On The Go- Kite String

One moment I’m free soaring,

Beyond the reach of my grounded fears and short comings.

Clouds of possibilities glide serenely into my reach,

Challenging me to dance about them with confident wings.

This is what it means to be alive and free,

The toil is over now life can begin.

But quick as a raptor with talons bare,

I find myself cut short.

Hope dies within a sudden chaotic fall.

And I watch as wing meets ground,

Dashing the fragile creature this is my heart and mind.

Within my grasp is held the string,

Frayed limp and useless.

Now I find my feet planted firmly in regret,

I pick up the pieces of my dreams wondering how I can begin again.

-M.E. InkOwl

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