Feeling Low Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Recent events have
her completely deflated
and she hates it, hates it
when her emotions
roller coaster
into oblivion
leaving her feeling
empty, flat; used up.
Oh to be drifting high
on the air currents
as one of the balloons
she always envied
for their easy beauty;
floating above the heaviness
of the world they spring from.
But in the end, they too
fall to their eventual destruction;
crashing back to earth,
fallen angels
whom the heavens
thrust back
into the harshness of men.