Balloons

Balloons

I imagine

before falling asleep

my worries,

my fears,

my anxieties

as balloons.

Shy pinks,

Bold turquoise,

Brave chartreuse,

Riveting red

balloons.

I imagine

being dragged along

by my worry balloons,

afraid of letting go

of the tense string that binds us,

digging my heels into the ground all the same,

because I don’t want to go

where my fears and insecurities would lead me.

I take a deep breath,

and one by one

let go of the balloons.

My college admissions results,

my jealousy of Jennifer,

my hurt feelings,

my grief for my grandmother,

more and more and more

balloons floating away across the sky.

I let them all go,

because I can’t afford to let them drag me

anymore,

and

because I’m tired of digging my heels in.

Good bye, Balloons.

I’m sure that I’ll see you all again,

and maybe gain even more tomorrow,

but for now,

Good bye Balloons.

 

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