Kites…

A myriad of colors and shapes
Holding on to a tiny thread
Floating above and beyond the blue,
Beyond the dreams,
Distant, unreachable, almost untrue

Looking down upon the world
Of similarly different souls
Little hands, big hands
Tugging at their thread of fate
Trying their best to navigate
Through the breeze
Through the wind
Through a spell of calm and still

Some hopeful hearts
Some focused minds
For some, a struggle
Of life, intertwined

Then the triumph, momentary
And then some defeat
They cut loose, break free
Embark upon a soaring spree
Only to come back
Hurtling, down to ground
Some disappointment
But learning profound

And for some, a sweet victory
Pride, soaring on an addicting high
A feeling that they own the sky
Triumphant moments,
Lasting only until
The return of the struggle, yet another

In the background, some laughter
A backdrop of green and blue
Beyond the dreams,
Distant, unreachable, almost untrue

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4 Responses to Kites…

  1. Anonymous says:

    Great poem – love the flow

  2. Poet Mamma says:

    Thank you for appreciating!

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