Origami for the Soul

I folded myself
over and over again.
Fold, crease, unfold, flip, rotate.
Twist, bend, arrange, shape,
into countless permutations.

A swan, a flower, a rabbit,
a crane, a jumping frog.
Each one so beautiful.
Each one so clever.

Yet, I long to unfold,
smooth out,
Now, take your pen,
spread your ink on me.
I am waiting for your words.