Balloons

Occasionally, regardless of time or day,
I am filled up in either my heart or my mind--
sometimes both.

Sometimes it hurts... a lot. Other times it lets me
know that I am still here. That I am not just a
faded light.

Often I've noticed the black and white of gray lives
and concluded there is never a half-way point--
one in all,

all in one. A seemingly unyielding force
spanning the fog of time, infinite yet distant;
falls both ways.

Hospitilized at ones own will. A captive
behind invisible bars. Heart and mind ballooned--
stuck on earth.

It's hard to see out the window when it's so cold,
but know this... only you can bring back the warmth, since
the sunshine

never left your side. It only takes Time, and Thought.
And within years, the gentle wind will carry your
inflated

body over mountain and ocean and grass and
take you out of the clouds so everything can be
green once more.

Reviews

[.]

amen...loved it..

[Cassiopia Summers]

I like this. It is a very creative way to think about a balloon. Wonderful job creating this vibrantly descriptive piece.