PAPER THIN

by: estefaaano_writes 

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Life hangs—

By a thread, 

Paper thin.

Fragile as the page 

On which we begin.

Each moment 

A stroke of the pen,

Crafting stories 

That may 

Not transcend.

Layers upon layers, 

We writers indwell,

Inscribing our narratives, 

Details to tell.

Yet oft-times 

The ink bleeds through,

Staining the past 

With present's hue.

How easily torn, 

This gossamer plane,

Tattered by heartache, 

Fear, 

And pain.

Creased by the weight 

Of dreams undone,

Bearing the brunt 

Of trials hard-won.

Still, 

We persist in 

Our scripts to write,

Letting hope's rays 

Through cracks of light.

For though paper thin, 

This life exhibits

A resilient strength 

In its delicate admits.

We are not 

Blank slates, 

Nor perfect sketches,

But palimpsests, 

Where new story etches.

Upon the faded lines 

Of what came before,

Crafting fresh chapters 

To vastly explore.

Embrace then, 

This paper thin existence,

For its fragility 

Breeds resilience.

Let each crease 

And tear add to the tale,

Giving our short-lived 

Folios spread sail.

Paper thin life,

Yet striking in form.

Delicate strength 

Defying each norm.

Transcending boundaries, 

Paper and pen.

Our stories 

Shape worlds, 

Again and again.