I am a balloon, dancing in the breeze

clinging tightly to the hands of those

around me. Floating above everyone,

watching. From their view included,

from mine I’m so far removed.

A sudden gust of wind takes me.

To them a beautiful color is now free.

To them the wind was my own ambition.

To them I was happy to be carried away.

What they couldn’t hear were my cries to

come back. What they couldn’t see was my

string desperately reaching for them. What

they couldn’t feel was the air being knocked

out of me as the space between us grew.

Like nothing happened they move on. Wishing

me the best, assuming I’m happy like they are.

Perspective changes all.