t h e k i t e (part 1) // poetry

i find it hard to write
when nothing's right
like a kite
that's been loosed to great heights
my soul tries to find its light
but the only thing that lights the way
is so wrong that every night

i cry
it bites
i lose my sight
trying to hold tight
to that one wrong light
that feels so right

i float away on the night
finally letting go
of the string of that kite
an now the light starts to fade
replaced by sight that shows
somethings finally right

ive won the fight

-livi