Balloons

I once had a bright red balloon
something which my mom used to tell me to hold tight onto
onto its string i placed my grip
in palm and always around my wrist

as i walked down the lonely sidewalk of life
this balloon began to fill up with sorrow and strife
slowly this balloon began to fill with more air
and rise above the ground, much more than i would ever dare
it broke away from the sidewalk of life
out into the big blue sky

it then started to rain
lightning and thunder came once again
it came as soon as it left
leaving streaks of white and blue across this land
next thing i knew
i saw a stripe of blue
come down in front of my face
much faster than what my memory could erase

i looked down to the ground
only to call my balloon found
and mine once again
it was totally blown apart
much like the dreams i once held close to my heart
still it bled the sorrow and shame
and i knew this because this balloon still. had. my. name.