July 29, 2011
By , cupertino, CA
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…

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R WADHWA said...
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


JoeyTribianniFan said...
Aug. 8, 2011 at 5:55 pm
Good job :)
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