Destined Perspectives

A Swan Made From Foil

With you I became foil.

You wanted me wrapped around you.

When I served my purpose, I became a

wrinkled ball, thrown into the garbage.

You said I was nothing special.

Just someone easily replaceable.

Just someone easily disposable.

Maybe you were right, I am like foil?

But you forgot foil can be remolded.

It can take shape as a swan,

and that my dear, is what I’ve become.

The wrinkles reinforcing

my form, not easily undone.