Sometimes, she felt like a kite

Sometimes, she felt like a kite

like the smallest push

or puff of air

could sway her

derail her

mask her true self

and change her direction

 

Sometimes, she felt like a kite

like she was useless

without the breeze

without someone

to help her along

to lift her up

to reassure her

 

Sometimes, she felt like a kite

like she was so close

to touching the sky

that she could see

the hopeful patch of blue

just before being

dragged back down

 

Sometimes she felt like a kite

like her freedom

came with conditions

like outsideĀ forces

could pull her down

like her flight

was just an illusion

 

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