All Mine
Up towards the sky the balloon flies,
carried by the laughter,
happiness,
acceptance.
All mine
Through the clouds,
the stars,
filled with light,
surrounded by doubt,
hope.
All mine
Spiraling upwards,
piercing through the guilt,
anxiety,
despair.
All mine.
Dark cascades
in the lonely space.
Up it goes
shining bright,
buoyed,
and cajoled.
Their help let me see.
Their support,
loyalty,
love --
will
set
me
free.
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