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Volume 6 Issue 4
Page 30
Page 30
Today is a happy day,
My head is floating in the clouds.
I saw a child walk by with
Innocence splashed across his face
And a smile that couldn’t be washed off
With a hurricane.
Helium fills the usually empty space
It fills my heart, my lungs,
And every single inch of me.
It is a long way down.
The harsh pop awakens my senses
And leaves me falling,
On the back of my chariot.
I grab onto the ribbon for dear life,
The last attempt before I stumble
Through the air, hurdling the clouds
And crash down onto the hard earth.
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to ride
On the top of a balloon forever?
The only worry is,
Reality is only a few feet down.
My head is floating in the clouds.
I saw a child walk by with
Innocence splashed across his face
And a smile that couldn’t be washed off
With a hurricane.
Helium fills the usually empty space
It fills my heart, my lungs,
And every single inch of me.
It is a long way down.
The harsh pop awakens my senses
And leaves me falling,
On the back of my chariot.
I grab onto the ribbon for dear life,
The last attempt before I stumble
Through the air, hurdling the clouds
And crash down onto the hard earth.
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to ride
On the top of a balloon forever?
The only worry is,
Reality is only a few feet down.
| The Balloon Rider By Linsey Kau |