he is an origami bird

folded into the form of grace but lacking in true substance

a blank vessel

allowed to be formed by another’s hand

no one ever asked him what he wanted to be

maybe he was content as a blank piece of paper

wanted to be the canvas for a sketch or doodle

perhaps he wanted to have a complex mathematical equation etched into his skin

but no one will ever know

he is a bird, callously folded into shape

loss of definition from within

flightless with broken wings