She Wrote

She wrote all her troubles
On the wings of a paper airplane.
The heartbreak, the injury, the pain.
She climbed to the roof top
Of her apartment complex
And let the airplane go.
She watched as it fell
Straight down
Into a puddle
Of sludge and spilled motor oil
And then, with tears
Slipping off her face
From the edge of the rooftop
She let herself go.