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Strings

See the kite that hangs so low

Wavering, insecure

Worries tied around her neck

Her head just bobs, unsure

Sure, she wants to fly

But she doubts the wind

‘Cause every breath that rises

Must fall down again

Does it put her in control

To keep the string pulled tight?

Anchored down by fears

That distract her from the flight

What if branches grab her up

And form a tangled mess

Visible to passerby’s

Who constantly assess

Wind blows—up,

She’s up. What if she falls

Fast in love

With it all

The sky, the feeling of floating

On circuits, unseen,

Ceasing frantic reeling

Of her thoughts and strings

A part of her is flying now

A little girl raised up,

But there are strings attached

To who she has become

Cut the string and free the child?

But wait just a moment

She’s lifted high, almost proud

She feels seen and noticed

Who she was to who she is,

The string is what connects them,

In preparation for the flight,

Just surrender to the wind