Folded page

Life had some moments where heart was in dilemma,

whether to pump-up in rage
or
to skip the beat,

whether to rush through the emotions
or
pause to repeat,

whether to break open the chest
or
bury it deep.



But i decided not to tear the page then,

and orphan the story of an infant emotion.


Just left it blank and folded,

in the arms of unfinished story,

which is still unfolding with every passing heartbeat,

with a hope that ink will mature one day,

just enough to let the folded page bloom into an answer,

heart felt for but couldn't seek.