Balloons Poem by Brittany Goldsmith

I want a million balloons to whisk me away.
In case of harsh winds, accompanied by my hairspray.
Balloons tied around each of my shoulders.
Feeling so brave, seeming much bolder,
Carried out into the great unknown,
Slipping through creases and cracks in the ozone.
Floating farther and farther into space,
I leave behind our galaxy with elegance and grace.
Never glancing back at a world I once held so dear,
I realize, things can only go up from here.