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Grade
7

 

sometimes i wish

i wasn’t a balloon

flying into the depths of the sky

unnavigable and

the painful depths of my thoughts

uncontrollable

like the throbs of my sore mind

 

sometimes i wish

i never left the ground

where i wasn’t controlled

by the space up above

where there is no air and i'm

dizzy only

Losing grip of my oxygen

 

sometimes i can’t see the sun

the clouds overcasting

but when i do it is

my only ray of hope-you

surround me with brilliance

beams of happiness

though i am a balloon

you are my

Sun

 

State
MI
Zip Code
48108