Going Up
I’m the balloon
Filled up by doubts that was the air
Rising up to charcoal clouds.
I float into despair.
I was forgotten by the hand that held.
It was then that I was loved
And none other could compare,
But now I’ve been let go,
And I’m too far up the trail…
The others are too far down,
No fingers can reach my tail.
I go forth now
To breath in the peace to be found,
But it’s ashes that I inhale;
The things that use to be,
The stories that were thrown away,
The truth that was never really there.
Pity rises from the crowd
As I climb up,
Because neglect has left me bare.
Now I can only hope
I’m guided into a tree,
Into the branches of who will give me care.