my body is paper thin
falling as the wind directs me
through its perfect line path in the sky

I follow behind, every push and pull
struggling to fold my own way
and find what lies beyond
the grace of the winds blow

when I resist, we erupt
in a dance that is fury
and you win because there is
only so much paper can do 
to combat its wind

so my mind is angry
and my eyes are tear stained
as I try to grip words escaping
through my breathlessness

if you would just hear me
take a minute and listen to my breath
my words, if you were patient
and kind, if you took the step to be bigger
if you let me go to for a moment

if my anger was valid instead of a mistake
and my faulters were not a crash 
but a moment of trying, if you gave me
the time to rationalize my anger
if you pretended to be something less than wind

I wouldn’t be counting the tear-stained tissues
through clouded anger. if you took the time to
understand m, I could try and harness your wind and fly