the way of life ; poems

8:29 pm

I walked alone,

I sat alone,

no one seemed to notice.

But for all my years on this planet,

I always had a different perspective on life.

Life for me was like a balloon.

The helium inside it is keeping it afloat;

just like your confidence.

The outer part barricades the air from escaping;

just like your self esteem. 

But the string that grasps onto the balloon keeps it from floating away,

just like your peers. 

But here's the thing.

What if you don't have the string to keep you from drifting away?

What if your confidence is slowly lowering; bursting out of you?

Then what are you suppose to do?

You cut the string in half.

Know that you will  drift off somewhere,

Somewhere where you'll be happier,

yet those strings will always be with you.

The memories will last, making you even more confident. 

But you will find other strings that you feel comfortable in;

tying new memories to your self esteem.

Just know there are tons of balloons out there,

out in the open waiting to be loved.

Go tie his string and cherish new memories.

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"Maybe all the strings inside of him broke"

                             -M.R.S. [p.t.]