I once was the kite, a beautiful, flying kite <br />I soared the sky, I dipped and swooped with all of my might <br />You were the tree, my tree, growing tall inside my yard <br />Growing tall and healthy, your strength mighty and hard <br />One day, unknown to all as to why, I got stuck <br />Stuck on your highest branch, freedom was no luck <br />The longer I was there, the more entangled I became <br />Tighter and tighter, knotted in my prison-like game <br />With every sharp wind, from every sharp word from you <br />I wrapped around more and more, as your ugly words blew <br />A tangled mess so bad, I was left atop this tree <br />This relationship tree I once depended upon, now traps and keeps me <br />Through storms of bad fights, your emotional wind blows <br />I get whipped and battered, around in knots my life goes <br />During angry weather, my body gets ripped and beat <br />Thrashed against this tree, where branches were my treat <br />The shade the leaves offered me, when the days were bright <br />Now is dark with mystery, keeping in secret the life of my kite <br />I am still there, for all to everyday see, although my color is gone <br />Faded and weathered, ripped and torn, endlessly trapped, I hang on <br />Oh how I want to be that flying kite again <br />Guided and held by trusting hands of way back when <br />To fly high and be free, through the sky I would go <br />How and why my flights changed, I might never know<br /><br />Deborah Cromer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kite-part-1/
