Lina and the Wind

Letting go means not reining it in.

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On her rooftop, Lina flew kites
Each carried worries, bore silent nights
Regrets, what if she had swallowed words
They danced above, her words unheard
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The wind weakened with the kites’ great weight
A thud replaced its dancing traits.
Lina gazed at the still sky
Her heart now ill, she wondered why
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A boy passed with a cheerful grin
“Letting go means not to rein it in.”
Lina blinked, and cut the strings
The heavy kite took to the wind
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Now Lina leaves her grief to air,
No tethers, knots or heavy cares
She leaves her kites alone–they soar–
Because she doesn’t hanker as before.
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