Kites fly highest against the wind (Poetry)

Kites fly highest against the wind
Poetry by : Barry Arriola

The kite i hold with these hands,
the winds blowing throughout the lands,
with faith i raise my kite high,
hoping that it would rise and fly.

The winds of change blow wildly,
The storms of indifference rage madly,
i hold on to my kite fearing the worst,
i stood up straight through the sudden bursts.

Against the puffs and against rage,
my kite rises above the stage.
For amidst the diversity,
there are endless possibilities.


Author notes : 

I wrote this poem when I was in my first year of attending the university. Everything was all new, the school, the people, and most especially the pressure.
I was determine to make a good impression on my new environment. Entering college was one huge leap. It's kinda like flying your first kite, you're never sure if it'll work out the way you thought it would be. The winds blow in every direction, you're distracted of all the new and uncertain things around you and you're never quite sure if your kite's gonna fly.

Just like in any situation, there are bound to be a lot of mistakes, failures and wrong turns, but that doesn't mean it's the end.
It only shows that you need to believe in yourself more for you to see that you're already flying.

Bearry dela Serna Arriola