The Kite behind the clouds
I was then a complete strangerA child no one would tender
My life is confined
Stuck by a lonely bind
Sometimes I wonder
Would my life still get even better?
I looked up at the sky
And asked, would all people go there when they die?
Days have passed but I am still a stranger
In a place I am a foreigner
I barely knew anyone
Not even played to someone
Father made me a kite
I let it fly and hold its string tight
It flew in the sky like a soaring eagle
As gallant as it may look but being alone in the wide sky it’s feeble
The wind became slow
My kite lost its tow
And to the earth it slowly go
But the wind regained its blow
Up in the sky it pulled
Like a dog that wants to get loose from its master’s hold
When I was about to let go
Pair of hands held my grip and I felt my strength grow
I saw a kid about my age
Smiling beside me while I stare like a blank page
Together we tugged
On the soil our feet were dogged
But the wind is so strong
The kite’s string stretched wrong
Then it snapped
And we both fell on the ground and felt like we’d napped
Now the kite goes on the wind sailing
In the cover of the clouds it was fading
I looked at my new friend
And he came to me and to my sadness he tend
Days passed and our friendship grew even better
But like the unpredictable wind life can be bitter
I am no longer seeing my friend
I thought our friendship reached its end
But I heard my dear friend was on the bed lying sick
Once I saw him so weak
My heart was squeezed
I wanted to help him but like the kite that lost its grip from its string
There is nothing I can do but watch where the wind he can bring
And in his mother’s embrace he is fading
My friend you may be one with the clouds now
But your memories will forever be in my mind
Like a kite’s string firmly attached to my heart
#creativewriting
#for Aug. 5
