I am usually natural,
only find myself in
nature,
but if I were synthetic
right now,
I’d be a
little red balloon
filled with helium
with a long white
ribbon attached
on a
blue-sky,
white-cumulous
sort of day.
I am light
for once
and colorful,
rising
rising
toward
the light
sneaking away
from an old life
happiness
and hope,
not helium,
lifting me
up
lifting me
away.
I have been here before
but each time been stopped
because of that long
white ribbon,
usually caught by
another who pulls me
back down,
but also by
the brick of guilt
attached to me.
Then my hope
of freedom
deflates
again.
Again I am on that
upward ascent.
Please, God,
don’t let anyone
catch the ribbon,
please give me the
courage to cut
my own tether
to that brick
that shackles me
to this spot.
For my heart is this
little red balloon,
and it was meant
to soar.
Laura Denise 
Soar little one, Soar!!
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Thank you, friend.
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A courageous piece of adversity. Beautiful. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
Original piece by “Tektite Tears” – Adversity in Beauty – A fairly new blogger, let’s show so love, shall we…
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure. Thank you for recently following me. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Beautiful poem. Hugs, Sue
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Waoo loved it!!!
Reblogged🎈
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So glad you loved it, and thank you so much for the reblog! I’m in the follow-through phase (again) with the logistics of moving on and have been thinking of literally keeping a red balloon in front of me or getting it tattooed. I’m way too nice, morally conflicted, and easily manipulated.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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your words gave me goosebumps…if only we could ALL cut that tether binding us to that which checks our inner flight. and then, conversely, to find that which grounds us…the balance is there somewhere, i’m hoping…
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Goosebumps is the highest level of achievement: I’m honored. 🙂 I hope to land and freely anchor where I was meant to…
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Soar, little balloon! Soar!
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Reblogged this on mariasjostrand and commented:
Just such a lovely poem that I felt that I needed to share it 😀
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How kind. Thank you so much. ❤️
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Love it
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Thank you
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