I am a Paper Plane
I Am A Paper Plane by Jerahmeel N. Tayag Jr. Do you remember playing with a paper plane when you were young? Soaring high, soaring low then slowly falling down, landing gently or roughly on the ground. The fall depends on the strength of wind and the pull of gravity. Never have I imagined that I would be like a paper plane. Growing up,my arms are torn, I can’t do the things I dearly want to do; my legs are crippled, I can’t go places where the brave dare to go, where I want to actually be in; my tongue is knotted, my wind could not speak for me, not even allowed to utter a word. I am in a poor, very poor situation as nerves of my heart are crushed. I am vowed to follow strictly against my will, against my power. I felt dumb and numb. I must fly, I have ...