Paper

I am hopeless within it

folded and creased

reformed by its oragamic sway

Suddenly I am art

Beauty

revealing a delicate grace

once hidden in my vast corners

Organically I am changed

by its skillful hands

it knows which edges belong together

which pieces to tuck away

I am guided to take form

as a masterpiece

Refashioned into something

original, intricate, impossible

but for its mastery