The Balloon

(A long poem.)

It floated so softly at the top of the rocks,
The green balloon,
It seemed to me it was meant to be,
Green is my favorite color, this must be my balloon.

So I stepped on the rocks and climbed,
I may have scrapped my hand,
But I got my balloon.
Free from the rocks, it floated so beautify.

And the soft wind spun it around me,
Made me laugh and laugh,
I climbed back down the rocks,
And I danced with my pretty green balloon.

The wind picked up,
The balloon tugged on its string,
It whispered 'come along'
So I followed it, dancing in the breeze.



Without a care in the world,
We walked together,
Had I ever been so happy before?
I'm not sure.

The wind pushed harder,
The balloon nearly broke from my grasp,
I stepped on a rock that was sharp,
It may have hurt, but I maintained my grip.

I held the string a little bit tighter,
I barely noticed my shoes falling off,
It pulled me into the forest,
I stumbled, the twigs stabbed into my feet.

The thorn bushes ripped at my clothes,
They scratched at my legs,
I looked out to my balloon,
It drifted happily, not knowing I walked on the harsh ground.

I could not let go of the balloon,
How happy it had made me before,
But holding on was hurting me,
I didn't know if I could keep it up, still the balloon pulled me on.

Now, the scrape on my hand,
It didn't seem so little,
The sharp rock seemed like a big step,
For a pretty green balloon.

No more will I be dragged by this balloon,
It made me happy once,
But now that's done,
The happiness I once felt means nothing, when I am left in so much pain.

I let go of the green balloon,
It drifted into a tree,
It got caught but this time,
I knew it was not meant for me, because I walked away and I was freed.