Orange On White Sheet

An orange on crisp white sheet
Like paperweight.
Subtle, yet heavy, -
Like a simple package of tightly bundle.
Addressed and labeled
Sitting on the muscle in my chest
Stopping me from breathing.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

So I sink my worry with every sip,
No-
Every gulp,
Of the milk left from my cereal.

Because like the crisp white sheet,
I might rip
And I may tear.
But if you leave me be,
I may fly.
And you may never see me.

That's why I let the orange remain with the sheet.