Balloons

Madness!
Let it be.
Something happened.
Something harsh.
Something causing you madness.
Soon relaxation will come; those thoughts will disappear.
Soon…
Hopefully.

Lies build up, secrets held in.
We’re at the breaking point.
The same thoughts won’t leave.
No more room, will you pop?

…calm down…
Blow out the thoughts that drive us to insanity.

Serenity
Crazy thoughts are now out, but in your hands.
Now you can hold onto the thoughts, as they are in your balloon, tied up,
Tight.
Still not gone.

Anxiety.



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3,
Let go.
The balloon is carried by God’s gentle winds.
It’s pretty in the sky,
But what floats on the inside are dark evil clouds
Of my thoughts.

Anxiety builds a wall.
On our tip-toes now.
How are we to know the balloon won’t pop,
And the thoughts will haunt back down?
But then,
It’s gone.
The balloon is far beyond the tops of trees.
Out of sight,
out of mind.
A clear mind.

Relief