A Balloon
Once this balloon was lost in the pack
was hard to find for it blended with others
some where left behind on the rack
Then a day the balloon
was taken out of the pack
purchased by a man
As he began to blow air into it
The balloon began to look different
all it’s wrinkles and stiffness
began to disappear
the more breath
the more beautiful
He was so excited
He decided to go outside
in faith that His balloon would fly
As He let it go
The balloon began to drift up
away from this world
It escaped the trees
and power lines in its path
To fly and search
where all balloons reside
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2011
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