The Pale Balloon
I float effortlessly alongside you
Tied by a silken string
To an outstretched hand
Once buoyant, light and full of hope
My exterior begins to shrink
Around my deflating soul
My pale skin once shiny and taught
Now loose and greying
Drifting slowly to the floor
The silken thread released
Loosely falling behind
With my sagging soul to the ground
Copyright © Sandra Ramacher | Year Posted 2014
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