Paper Boat

My room is a sink

Full of undone days

Bills on the table Like teeth in a tray I move through

the hour With water in my shoes

Trying to carry

More than I can choose

But I still breathe

Through the breaking

I still reach

When I’m shaking Hold me up

Hold me up

I am a paper boat In a flood of months Hold me

up

Hold me up

I am a paper boat Still floating on

The mirror keeps asking What I’ve not become I answer in bruises

And coffee gone numb But there’s a small ember Behind every scar

A match in the dark A hand on my heart

And I still breathe Through the breaking I still reach

When I’m shaking

If I bend, let me bend

Like a branch

in the wind

If I fall, let me fall

And rise once again

I am tired

I am torn

But I’m not gone

Not yet, not worn

Hold me up

Hold me up

I am a paper boat In a flood of months Hold me

up Hold me up

I am a paper boat Still floating on Hold me up Hold

me up I am a paper boat And I will go on