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
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