Kite

I am a kite, My yellow heart trapped in the confines of Two short poles. My white ribbons spread around me like Harsh streetlight rays (In the mornings I conveniently dim to nothing) I sway tamely to the rhythm of the breeze I am at the wrong party. I am stretched My string spread out straight A roman Dead end road. And I am wrapped around my father’s fingers Which are whitening at the tips He is scared. Will I plummet Or will I fly?