The Kite-Part 2 Poem by Deborah Cromer

Tattered and torn, faded and limp, I fly no more
I cannot free myself from the branches I used to explore
The tree that was my glory, standing tall to protect me
Now keeps me tied up tight and tangled for all to see
At the very top where no one can reach
Above the houses so high, down below me the beach
I used to fly above the waves as you pulled me over the sand
My string of life to my body held securely in your controlling hand
So often I wish for someone to come along with a ladder
Climb up with careful hands and loving fingers untangle the matter
With knife or scissors, cut my tangled, knotted string
Release me from the tree, give me hope, let me sing
Carefully lift my broken body down, carry me with your heart
Piece by piece, mend me, strengthen my every part
Put me back together, give me new string so strong
Hold me tight and release me to the wind where I belong
Fly me high, guide me, hold me true
I will soar again, free and beautiful, always with you