Inside the Minds of the Unspoken

an end

A blue ballon

One sees it as drifting 

Another as flying

It can float or soar across the sky in the endless cycle of up

Believing that letting the string anchoring it to the ground go is the merciful method

We allow it to release itself into the eternal, blue-blanketed atmosphere 

Just becoming another shading of blue in the sky

Another shade of blue

Simply to be gazed upon

Yet never truly appreciated

In the crowd average

Average, but up close alluring

Up close it is beautiful

But everything comes to an end

Everyone will be shoved into their dreaded fate face first with no means to catch themselves

No longer with balance to stay atop the cliff, but only with forward momentum off

Yes, everything eventually comes to an end

And the beautiful, blue ballon breaks apart as it reaches the stars

Its pieces fall harshly back to the ground it had wished to stay anchored to

Unrecognizable

No longer beautiful

As it was destroyed by the crowded, blue sky

Destroyed by its freedom

Destroyed by its release into what it never yearned for

Let go too soon

Liberated selfishly 

Thrown away

A ruined grace

Thrown away.