Yellow Balloon

She sits on the sidewalk with her yellow balloon

She doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t talk, but inside screams the truth

A tear rolls off her pretty cheek as goals and reality meet

Who knew what she had going on underneath would finally accept its inevitable defeat

As hope dies she begins to release

As money dines on her entire being

It’s easier to let it go, or so it seems

Her fingers pressed in a tight hold but she no longer believes

She was always told she’d do greater things

But society has a mold that didn’t fit her needs

She lost all control once she went hungry

Decided stability might be better than her means

Can’t have both

So she screams

Let’s the balloon go

The sky collects her dreams

The balloon shivers in the cold

What does this mean?

Separated from her

Who will she be?

She reaches up but the balloon is lost in the clouds

Soon enough it’s remains will come trickling down

She’ll look at all she gave up whilst thinking of the now

Times would have been rough but her happiness would have been loud

A puddle she made keeps her company on the sidewalk

Chances she should have taken are in the air she breathes while she feels lost

She’ll never know if she could have made it

Don’t let your dreams go before you create them