Kite

Somedays I wonder how I will get through this moment...this one small moment in my life. I breathe and look to the universe to guide me. Somedays I am so tired...in spirit. My hope never dies but it wanes.

Kite -

Unfortunate first flight, having not gotten that far

Stuck in the talons of a beautiful but stagnate tree

Twisting helplessly in the wind … strong wooden skeleton

Delicate paper skin

Peacock-like tail sending its sad signal

Wondering why no one came to help

Sure its’ mission will be realized

By some passerby

Eventually accepting its’ invisibility and shedding its’ faded shell and flying pride

A skeleton unrecognized, unrecognizable

Chameleon to its’ captor

Still feeling the breeze

and the hope.