Inflated like a Balloon

Inflated like a balloon,
infatuated in love,
Smiling at the man,
who stands still from above

On a staircase spiraling down
tumbling her round and round.
She stands there inflated with bliss
as she waits for her first kiss.

She hears the man sigh
as he takes his first step
She hears the man stop
which makes her hold her breath.

She looks up at the man,
who still stands high above
She feels her balloon burst
As he turns away from her love.

Floating like a balloon,
aimlessly in love,
Crying for a man,
Who won’t descend from above.

She struggles up the staircase
Now empty round and round.
Her thoughts in a spiraling chase
Her memories the only sound.

Each step makes her leave behind
all the things she’s been carrying all along,
All the baggage that’s weighed her down.
That’s cluttered her life and heart for so long.

Each step looms higher than the last,
Each step takes her further from her past.
Each step makes her realise why her man
Didn’t descend to take her hand.

When she reaches the top and looks down,
She sees a girl struggling in her sorrow,
Hoping to be lifted by her balloon of hope,
To be rescued into a better tomorrow.

In kindness she reaches out
and grabs hold of the balloon
The girl ascends though the air
Towards the clear full moon.

Suddenly the string tightens
from the girl’s heavy burdens
She tells the girl to cast aside her weight
The girl doesn’t know how, then it’s too late.

Inflated like a balloon,
infatuated with pride,
A man smiles at her from below
Looking for an easy ride.

She takes her first step down
But comes to a stop.
She tells him to start climbing
And she’ll meet him at the top.

2009