My Balloon in the Wind

Hi guys! I know it hasn't been all that long ago since my last post, but recently I've shifted in the extremities. I cannot stop writing poems!! On the 11th, I wrote three in total, almost adjacently! And yesterday, I wrote two, when I should have been studying.

That's the funny thing about using your brain. Sometimes when you're trying to concentrate on something in particular, something else rushes in. It's kind of like how life is, you concentrate your aims on particular goals, and everything manages to intervene.

I don't really know why anything like this is coming to mind... but sometimes people leave us too early. Whether it is a lover, a cousin, a friend or a brother.

I wrote this one with my big brother, Michael jnr., in mind.. but a particular person questioned it. He asked me if it was about a boyfriend, or someone alike, which could potentially fit, but that's not the route I was on.

So, in other words, the poem could appeal to anyone who has been left too early..

For me, the dedication goes to Michael jnr., though. ღ

My Balloon in the Wind

As I stood along the path,
I seen the little girl.
She had on a floral dress,
And her hair had flowing curls.

She stood still, all alone,
With a ribbon in her hand.
And above her was a balloon,
tied to it, with a band.

She had fallen away from the crowd,
Just to stand and breathe.
I watched her as she closed her eyes,
And positioned her two feet.

Her hand was held up-right,
To let the balloon dance,
In the wind that would take it further,
If it only got the chance.

After a moment in the silence,
The little girl opened her eyes.
As she did this, she loosened her grip,
And then sent the balloon to the skies.

I considered this symbolic,
And thought of you as my balloon.
Who had danced off with the wind,
And left me way too soon.

15 January 2015