Folds of Chapters
I’m neither
Young
Or Old.
Not young enough
To welcome
His Vision of me.
Not old enough
To forget
The way he
Looked at me.
In a state
Alteration?
More like fluctuation,
Weaving
In and out
Of Only,…really
Experiencing
My state of peace.
Here and there.
Holding on
Through my
Conviction.
Tracing through
Folds of chapters
Now reliving
And leaving
Nothing behind
That means
Everything
To me.
~ Natalie