Balloons

This is an original piece that I wrote. Dreams has been a huge theme for me this year. Hope you enjoy!

Balloons

Dreams are balloons.

The bigger they are,

the higher they take you. You can watch as your feet lift off the ground.

Soon you are so far above everyone

you can see everything, every possibility.

You hold tight to that string, it’s what tethers you to the balloon.

You hold on with everything you have.

You fight against strong gusts that steer you off course.

You fight the rocks thrown at you,

meant to bring you back down to the earth.

And you watch the world go by from up there.

You go higher and higher, you just keep going.

Nothing can stop you; nothing can stop your balloon.

But something does. Your balloon pops.

You fall, so, so far. You fall through the clouds  you had once touched  

the gentle breeze that drifted past does not aid you as you

plummet through the air.

As you make your descent to the ground, to the end, you can’t help but think that it was worth it.

It was worth the pain that will come.

Because the view had been so beautiful from up there.