Letting Go of the Red Balloons

❀April 30, 2025❀

The Balloons.

You hold onto them—

your childhood dreams,

the life you wanted to have.

But it all drifts away...

The balloons that you wanted to stay.

You know if you kept them—

they wouldn't remain the same,

they would just deflate.

The balloons are in the sky now.

I watch as they each shrink smaller and smaller.

Will I finish school?

Will I find love?

Will I move forward?

Will my time ever come?

It's all in those balloons.

The balloons hold so much weight—

even while they seemingly float away.

The Balloons.

I remember my first vivid memory of seeing a balloon just float away in the sky. I was a child and I remember that I was in the car with daddy and Lee-Anne. We were on the way to grandma Maude's house. I had this random balloon, it wasn't red but it was yellow and it had some quirky saying on it with a bunch of white squares around the top. I brought this balloon in the car for some reason. Then I remember that I rolled the window down and it was in the morning. The sky was this bright blue color and the sun was shining. I was holding onto the string of the balloon which was gold. I think I was testing it to see what would happen if I put the string through the small crack of the window. Next thing I know, the string is just slithering right past the crack and the balloon just quickly dispersed into the sky.