Kite....

I am torn, exhausted,
The sky is no more
The friend that it used to be,
It’s scary, it’s alien.
Hold me tight,
Lest I get flown away,
There where I don’t want to be.
Stuck on trees,
Dangling from unknown electric lines,
Chased and leered at by beings…
Why all the pain
When I can rest in your hands,
And still be loved,
And cherished
As a kite
And not merely as its memory