Yearning to Soar

Kites rise, trembling in the vast, endless blue,
Yearning to break free, to escape the weight of the world,
Driven by dreams that flicker like stars,
Yet tethered by strings that whisper of safety and sorrow.

Each tug against the wind pulls at their very souls,
A dance of courage and fear, of soaring and sinking,
For in the heart of their flight lies a painful truth:
To break free might mean to shatter the dreams they hold dear,
To plunge into the abyss where hope and life intertwine.

Oh, the sweet ache of freedom calls,
A siren song that beckons them to the edge,
But what if release means losing the light of their essence,
The very fabric of what makes them alive?

And as they glide, they sing their swan song,
A melody woven from longing and love,
A final tribute to the dreams that cradled their spirits,
Each note a whisper of what could have been,
Each breath a prayer for the courage to fly.

In this fragile balance, every heartbeat echoes,
The thrill of the heights, the dread of the fall,
A beautiful torment, where longing meets fate,
Where breaking free could mean losing all they’ve ever known,
And yet, they yearn, they soar, caught in the dance of existence,
Chasing the horizon, haunted by the shadows of what could be