Today I’ll be showing you a poem I just wrote, inspired by, well, balloons.
So, without further adieu…..
An egg shaped sphere,
into the sky,
the wails of a child who has lost her balloon echo far below.
A pinprick of white, or red, or green,
purple, or yellow, blue or pink….
A hopeful hand,
clutching a string,
thinking never to let go,
yet will let go all the same.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
Now for a quote from one of my earlier poems,
“Shadows do not know they are shadows,
for if they knew the truth, the lie would feel their wrath.” -Kylli Berg