Balloon in the Wind
Remember as a kid
You’d get a balloon
Filled with helium
Dancing and playing at the end of your string
Each gust of wind
Would challenge you
To hold on
To keep your colorful friend at hand
But in the end
It always got away
And you’d watch
As it soared to great heights
Floating away
Until it was just a spec
Against the deep blue sky
Back then you’d never let go by choice
But now it’s different
And the letting go
Is part of the plan
It’s an acknowledgment of one’s journey
The things we can carry forward
And those things we must set aside
So as the balloon wanders away
Soaring once again to great heights
You watch and wonder
What the your colorful friend will find