I am a kite,
soaring through the sky,
no thunder, lightning, or obstacles in my path.
I am a staircase unwavering in an abandoned building.

Like the one's we used to climb.

But half is missing, corroded and fallen to
the basement, what a shame it would have been to
fall with it. For a while I'll be honest I thought I did. Like I
was a goner, alone and confused and scared. Like the world is.

But then something changed.

I realized the pieces of my staircase that have slipped,
wavered and crashed to the basement in plumes of dust
were necessary to be me. To be or not to be the person I want
to be. It's sort of convoluted I know. But it is true nonetheless.

So I am a laughing lynx,
sitting on my wavered
old fence, waiting and crying
for the sun to shine down
on whatever I will be.