July 29, 2011
By Anonymous

Innocent kites flash their tails across the skies
Blue, purple, green, yellow – floating without a care in the world
Controlled, carefully motioned
Swiftly cutting the air like sharpened knives
And mine is there among them all, and for a moment –
I get carried away in the beauty of it all…
But the string cuts through my skin
And I feel the pain rising, my kite now etched across a bloodied sky
Stained with the sins that I have carried with me
I dare not look my father in the eye, but I turn towards the bleachers anyway
Hoping to see his face
I am worried sick but it is not even there…
Instead I hear a whisper in my ear, words that haunt me deep
Tighten around my chest, stealing my succulent breath away
Saying “There is a way to be good again…”
But I wonder, is there?
My mind flashes to my hidden past
Nothing but full of incessant lies and betrayals…
And I wonder if I can ever forgive myself
Fresh tears roll down my cheeks and harden to stones
I feel the blood in my cheeks, contracting and pushing its way out
So that it can be purified, rid of sins…
And that is all I could ever want
When I look toward the sky again, I see a glimpse of the kite again
Tearing and crashing down to the ground
Hoping a little breeze could pick it up again…

The author's comments:
A book that I read in my sophomore year world literature class, called Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini inspired me to write this piece. This poem does not reflect me in any way, but when I entered Amir's mind, I was intimately drawn to it and decided to write a poem conveying his thoughts.

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This article has 2 comments.

R WADHWA said...
on Aug. 8 2011 at 6:16 pm

yo this poem was the best thing I ever read. I think I am going to cry....wha wha wha cry cry cry. So good ..Just so good...I LOVE IT ;D


on Aug. 8 2011 at 5:55 pm
Good job :)


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