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Desert Balloons

confessions relating to abstract concepts of mental health and healing

By Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
Desert Balloons
Photo by Antonio Lainez on Unsplash

She was hotter than summer 

sidewalks in Saudi Arabia

while I was far from pristine.

We talked for some time before 

I eventually let go of my strings.

She took my hand, releasing the

balloons I filled with all of me.

But I could not tell her why I was there

or when I expected to leave. 

So the conversation turned stale

before I allowed it to breathe.

And against my better wishes, 

I was able to grieve.

Now high above heat waves

over an ocean of sand,

my balloons sail through desert 

and look for a soft place to land.

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Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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