Kite (18-Dec-2010)

09 Aug

Flying a kite up so high
Amidst the wind, above the sky
In time I have to cut the string
The fear and sorrow it would bring

I started to wonder, I started to question
Now I think and move with much aggression
And delve the vagueness of life and death
Eternal sleep or a spring of breath

Confront the hurt and the pain
I’m a sinner, I’m no saint
Who am I not to grant love and forgiveness
I know I have God as my witness

When things are difficult to accept
Mem’ries will be cherished and will be kept
Hush now child for she has lived
A myriad of adventures still to be built

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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in poetry, thoughts


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