I don't know any more

I don't know any more
If I'm meant to cry
If I'm meant to hold on
If I'm meant to wake up

I don't know any more
For what I'm supposed to do
For what I can do
For what tomorrow might bring

I don't know any more
For who will be there
For who will care about me
For who will make me smile

I don't know any more
To what will happen next
To how I'll feel tomorrow
To another time when I look back

I don't know any more
If I can open up to something new
If I can trust those around me
If I can let someone in

I don't know any more
If I can continue to give
If I can continue to care
If I have the energy

I don't know any more
About the future
About the path I'm taking
About where I will go

I may not know anymore
But
I will not stop!

Until I find out.

Take My Wings

Take My Wings

How do they feel

Soft

Delicate

Light

And like a feather

Take my wings

How do they look

Intricate

In their design

Of patterns and colours

Plenty

Take my wings

How are they read

A story told

Of bright and dark

And of tears and laughter

Take my wings

Where have they travelled

To mountains

High and low

To seas

Rocky and smooth

And to roads

Straight and winding

Take my wings

What do they wish

Days of plenty, health and happiness

Friendships to hold and of many

Family to come home to

Of old and new

And for love

To stay when tough and joyful

Take my wings

For whom they belong

For what she has seen

For what she has done

For what she has learnt

For who she then be

Take my wings

And see

What will come

And knowing that even if

They are delicate and light

They have strength

Once in flight

-Emma Phillips 13/10/11

The Crane

Another perfect fold

Another perfect crease

Another perfect moment

When paper becomes

The Crane

Simplistic, elegance

In the way that it stands

Its beak is open

Its wings won’t fly

It sits on a mantelpiece to be admired

Does it watch the world go by

Even though there are no eyes

Does it feel the gentle breeze

Even though it has no feathers

Symbolic of health

A time of happiness

A thousand folded

To bring hope

A memory missed when

The child was taught

That perfect fold, perfect crease

To show off its simple

Elegant style

In a message

Not written

But in how it waits

While sitting

Alone

Emma Phillips 21/09/2011