a withered balloon at the end of a tattered string...
deflated and empty on the ground
once floating along in the warm sun
high above the chaos
watching the view from aloft
impervious to the damage and pain below
danger and threat
cold and tethered
but how the winds and sun failed it
steered it directly into a tree
a tree of infinite branches and age
a tree that lovingly pricked the flesh
tested the pressure pushing from within
caused the inevitable
explosion
the bang that triggered the beginning
the rapid decent into the mess
forced down to honesty and humility
dependant on rare and kind hands
to put it back together
it will never fly quite as high
a leak will always remain
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