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A kite string frays in the stormy sky

and blows along with the sand

In flight but forbidden to break free

clasped tight in the little girl’s hand

I dig my toes into the ground

take a deep breath and let go

Simple things drive me crazy

but humanity is all I know

My soul can see the wanting

I’m so tired of these lies

We tell ourselves over and over

we’re strong and smart and wise

But we’re still foolish rebels,

ruling our own universe’s page

We run with scissors, still expecting

after it all to be saved

The little girl laughs out loud

her kite string tugs and frays

I dig deeper into the cool sand

Breathe in all the hope she gave

All I can hope is that someday

she holds her heart that high,

she knows to let go when she’s

clutching someone too tight

All I can hope is that someday

she loves herself so much more

than the ache to find him again

and she won’t go back anymore

The kite string in the stormy sky

takes advice from the sand

Dreaming of adventure and explosion-

breaks free from the little girl’s hand