Freedom
I am standing on the the soft white sand of a beautiful beach, the water so blue it brings tears to my eyes.
A soft gentle breeze tossles my hair.
In my hand I hold a single, bright , shiny, blue balloon.
I look out across the water; the swells of the waves.
Today I think , I am going to fly .
I am going to soar out across that water, feel the freedom, smell the salty water as the sprays dampen my face.
I am truly going to fly.
A smile tugs the corners of my mouth.
I look at the bright blue balloon again and I calmly ask it, "Are you ready?"
"Are you ready to soar, my friend?"
In answer, it tugs gently in my hand.
"Well what are we waiting for?"
I give a hop.
Nothing, hmm..
I jog forward and give a little hop.
Nothing...
Well.
I burst forward, running and jump as high as I can.
Nothing.
Disappointment fills me.
I drop my head and slowly, with balloon in tow, I begin to walk down the white sandy beach.
The blue balloon again, tugs in my hand.
"We can't do it" I tell it , "It wont work.".
Then, with a smile, I say "We can do it can't we?"
I lift my arm high in the air, the ballloon tugging harder and harder.
Slowly I let my fingers open and watch as my friend starts to lift upward into the beautiful sky.
With a sigh, I close my eyes.
The picture of my blue friend fills my mind.
I spread my arms wide and with him I soar.
Freedom.
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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