Life Through Poetry

Balloons

It's difficult.
Difficult to forget
About the things that hurt us,
Or the things that have hurt us.
But we try to forget about them.
To free our thoughts.
Let them float from our minds
Like balloons through the air.

Free!

But nevertheless, essentially indestructible.
They may alter.
Pop and change.
But there, they will remain.
At least some part of them.
But then, with a little wind,
They are floating again.

Free.

I guess.
But still on your mind.
Because now you're thinking
About how you let them go.
And you feel guilty
For no longer wanting them.
But there they are, far away,
And you can't get them back.
You think.

Free?

Your thoughts are not free.
Now merely in the air.
Pushing you into a cacophony
Of indecision and complete resolution.
Should you have let them go?
Did you make the right decision?

Or should you have turned left?
Accompanied by your
Malicious thoughts
Led into a distant cave of despair.
I mean, at least then, you would still be
Complete.
Intact.

Don't forget.
Don't will yourself to forget.
We make mistakes
To learn from them.
To lead ourselves down smoother paths.
In a world of surrounding regression,
How can we possibly progress
If all the balloons are flying

Free