Note: I wrote this short poem inspired by the picture prompt posted by my very creative writing group.
Ten thousand air balloons floating up above,
Laden with hopes and dreams, into the lofty clouds they climb.
Thousands of hope-filled, happiness-bloated balloons
Soaring away in colorful, wistful waves of light
Away from me and my reality, leaving me grounded behind.
Beauty molded into oval shapes,
Bodies of airborne grace,
I wish they could also carry my problems and worries away
But I am left staring in longing instead.
Where did all my hopes and dreams go?
When did it all go wrong?
Author Natalina Reis 