Often in days of calm, I look up into that tree <br />The area overgrown with more trees and branches so free <br />I look, I have to look long and hard to try and find <br />The kite still trapped and tangled that haunts my mind <br />Finally I see it, colorless, motionless it still hangs on <br />All of it's freedom and flight are forever gone <br />Trapped and kept, it remains unavailable to the air <br />Dead, lonely and hidden, nobody knows it's still there <br />Only me, for I do remember always what it painfully stands for <br />A memory of loss and disaster that hurts me to my heart's core <br />Someday it will rot and deteriorate, falling pieces to the ground <br />Releasing the torture of my history, without a crashing sound <br />No one will know on that day of freedom and love <br />Only God who has watched my life from above <br />Today the kite still hanging as a symbol of yesterday's time <br />Hangs there trapped and secret, encouraging my words to ryhme <br />Reminding me of days of different, when I deeply believed in you <br />Thinking our love was forever and you would always be true <br />How things changed and we just totally fell apart <br />I carry around daily wounded pieces of my broken heart<br /><br />Deborah Cromer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kite-part-3/
