Riding the joys
over airborne kites
I was once a child
light as a balloon
needing restraint
to stay aground
Growing with time
has lent me wings
But taken away
the desire to fly
beyond the skies
that now I touch
without tiptoeing
Horizons have long
closed-in upon me
Girting me from all sides
are the tentacles
of pragmatism unyielding
And the cloak left behind
outgrowing the child within
is still waiting
for the kite
to return from the skies
of lost vulnerability
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