the kite

holding on, letting go;

it's just like a kite in your hands

on a beautiful day,

then the mighty wind comes

so strong, it buffets and pulls the kite

it seems too much to hold on,

and you let go;

knowing you wont be dragged along.

but then you realise,

that you never really wanted to let go,

now the kite is slipping away,

running right past your fingers

like water running from a tap.

now you stumble to hold on,

but the wind laughs at your face,

pulling the kite away faster,

the kite string is in your palms;

will you get a grip in time,

before the string runs out;

or will she be borne away forever by the wind?