“I Am the Piece of Paper”

Eli
Immaculate Conception School
Monroe County, Illinois

I am the piece of paper, used every day.
I am useless, until my friend, the pen, makes me shine.
Blank, waiting, others call me to be used.

My uses are endless.
Prayers, I hold in my fibers.
Plans, I help remember.
Children fold me into soaring planes.
Letters, I’ll encase in my wonder and love.
I’ll be sent to loved ones, lacking no distance.
Colorful, I will be with the stroke of my friend.
I am individualized good or bad.

I shine until my friend, the pen, once again strokes my surface.
This time my friend makes an irreversible, unforgivable mistake.

I am the piece of paper, crumpled, thrown away.
My friend no longer is there to lean on.
Unwanted, unneeded, torn, left to die.
I have no friends, I can only talk to me, myself and I.
Those who were close have grown silent.
I’m no longer used every day.
I am the piece of paper, crumpled, thrown away.