My poem, 'Kite Flying.'

​Kite Flying
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Like a paper kite I am blown away
Grasping for the guidelines
Becoming more tenuous
Not soaring, but drifting on a malevolent breeze
It’s a matter of perspective!
The earth is flat and the sky is grey.
 
Higher and higher into the blurry-eyed day
Gasping for air now
Becoming harder to breath
Not trying, but heading for oblivion
It’s a matter of perspective!
There is a God and I’m going His way.
 
But then a kindly breeze catches my drift
And having no moorings can mean
Being more free
Not dying, but gliding on fledgling wings
It’s a matter of perspective!
The rock and the hard place are losing their sway.