As requested: Kites

As if I were being connected to string,
thrown into life,
and mindlessly seamed
I'd glide with chance and freight.
But if I should be sewn
by your amber brights
and feathered voice
I'd glide with swift and might.
If you should dance,
I will sway.
If you should rise,
I will glide.
If you should fall,
I will crumble.

Torn

I was a flower
with a strong stem and thorns.
I never broke against wind or rain.
I was fierce and smart,
and survival was my main skill.
But, then came a foreign season.
It was warm and cold,
and had the most captivating landscape
but also the most treacherous skies.
I was careful and curious,
but I was plucked of my innocence.
The foreign season remained neutral 
until it was greedy for more.
I was then plucked of function,
and remained torn.
I was a flower,
with a strong stem and thorns.”
- A x