An Old Poem

I stumble upon an old poem,

The paper so yellowed,

Telling me much time has gone by.

A little frayed along the edges,

Like the emotions it carried.

I caress the brittle pieces,

The ink fading in places,

Like the memories it held.

All the lines along the fold,

Looking tired from the years.

I feel the yellowing paper,

Almost crumpling in my hands,

Like the feelings so fragile.

Perhaps, to relive once more,

All those unresolved sentiments. 

I read the words I’d written,

My fears and wishes from old,

A smile plays on my lips.

As I scroll to the bottom,

I love myself a little bit more.