Baby’s Black Balloon – Christine E. Ray

I long to be buoyant
an updraft
to lift your wings
allow you to
glide thermals
gracefully
your eyes closed
in exhilaration
as crisp air
fills your lungs
but today
I am a
black balloon
thrust upon you
unexpectedly
tied to your wrist
with dirty
frayed string
that chafes
at your skin
a cold iron shackle
I do not mean to
weigh you down
with a force of gravity
previously found
only on Jupiter
I hover inches
above the ground
heavy
deflated
waiting for
my final descent

© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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