RED BALLOON
Floating from moment
to moment,
the red balloon
travels through and past
every phase of life,
never staying long
in one spot.
It was made for this
purpose;
to fly and soar
in the atmosphere,
wandering, observing
and wildly free.
At times, it longs
for an anchor
to hold onto for a while
and be still.
It knows no other way.
Always alone,
even in the midst of
others of its kind.
The red ballon
endures its long
journey alone,
plagued by its
difference and
uniqueness.
Ever unknowable
and misunderstood;
an enigma for the ages,
full of mystery
and longing.
It floats along,
collecting memories
and stories,
often dreaming of
finding anchor,
of reaching peace
and discovering
its true home.
-by Mercurychyld
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