So different to any other this moving on day
As I climbed up, packed up, tried to feel something.
I was expecting tears, fear, sadness
They never showed up at all
I was just expectant of a different life
But no idea what it would hold
Flooded with light and hope for new times
The pretty balloons went off in my head.
Like all balloons one or two burst before time
Others hovered, floating higher as the wrong dreams burst
Only I didn’t catch their slowly moving ascents
Until the many useless balloons (dreams)
Banged with a pop
Flattening me a moment
One day I looked around the sea of balloon sky
To find left a mere handful left
Others all long gone
Leaving only the ones holding hope
Beautiful golden orbs of gold
If you look you might see them too.
So many hopes floating in a sky of blue
It’s a moving on day
If you want it to be look up!
Ailsa
