In the cauldron of words, the envelope was the word I was gifted with was an envelope. It’s tricky. And so here we go.
They say you’re just a paper,
Definitely, without you,
no other paper could be delivered.
A coffin for lost love letters
And a cradle for the love
that found its way to each other.
An accepting guests to many,
And rejecting dreams for some.
The news of happiness travelled afar,
And the sadness of death
wrapped with care.
I look around,
every time I have to
send people
a piece of my heart,
trying to decide
If I should make a new one
or just buy one from the market.
Long ago, I learnt how to-
make 60 different types of envelopes
And while as a kid
I didn’t appreciate the extra class
I appreciate the skill now.
Even though I am not good at them.
Actually, I haven’t made even one good.
But I still like to think about
those 60 different types of envelopes.
Someday, I’ll sit again.
As I write my feelings or
share some news,
Or just some poetry
And not just the words
but I’ll make the envelopes too.
And offer not just
a piece of my heart,
but a home for them too.
This post is associated with a writing challenge (I’m participating in #BlogchatterA2Z). My introduction post can be found here.
The post for letter A (Apples) can be found here.
The post for letter B (Books) can be found here.
The post for letter C (Creation) can be found here.
The post for letter D (Death) can be found here.
You can support me by buying me a Ko-fi.
Enevelope is almost non-existent these days!! Do you agree?
But a home for them too – how beautiful. This was an unexpectedly sweet poem. Lovely <3