The Balloon That Rushed to the Sky

The girl

I once was,

holding a balloon,

rushing out

of the photograph.

.

She’s leaving it,

to travel to the present of I.

She wants to see her dream

finally come to pass.

.

She’s traveling out of her

sepia grass

into her greener future.

.

~

.

The present I

has reached the sky

that the girl in the picture

wished the balloon would lift her too.

But that present I,

is not happy.

.

The grass is not greener,

the journey and years

have taken their toll

with eye bags heavy.

Her victory

is no longer sweet to me.

.

In the sky,

wet clouds and rain,

thunder and lightning,

the giants of the upper world,

battle it out.

.

Wanting to close my eyes,

wanting to

rest in my cerebrum,

go to REM sleep

and visit with

that photo’s girl.

.

~

.

In the littler girl’s dreams,

she meets a woman,

who haunts and stalks,

telling her

not to take

the road she had been wishing for-

.

-ever since she read that poster

with the strong career man

smiling

with teeth like tombstones.

She had wanted his job.

.

The elder woman

tells her

it is not good,

to get a new dream…

.

But the girl,

doesn’t listen.

Enflamed,

she says she will

choose her own path.

She will achieve.

She will ascend.

And reach her skyward dreams~

.

She doesn’t yet know…

that there is vast emptiness

beyond the sky,

that rainbows

are insubstantial,

that what she dreams of

is only a mirage

covering a harsh reality.

.

All she knows

is that that is her dream

and she will follow it

until the end!

2 thoughts on “The Balloon That Rushed to the Sky

  1. It may not be a mirage-no human or any so called superpower can say.  I for one, have experienced a beautiful balloon ride, far exceeding all dreams.

    Recently, an amazing cake came my way-I am seeking, high and low, for another taste to spice my trip again.

    GP

    ITT

    Like

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