Exhibit

The animal walks around it’s home

in view of everyone.

Everyone comes to gawk and stare.

They feel safe by the glass,

and are joyous as it moves about.

But when the animal gets too close

to the edge of it’s exhibit

everyone takes a step back,

They think the animal is dangerous.

But it’s not going to hurt them.

I’m not going to hurt them.

I can’t hurt them anymore.

But yet I am still an exhibit

Better not get too close.

A Balloon

I feel like a balloon released to the wind,

soaring, floating- I’m surviving on my own.

I see the world below me,

and all the wonders and happiness around me.

I wonder If I will find the ground again

and find that happiness too.

But at times, I feel out of control.

The wind moves me, I go along

thinking there are so many things to see

but It feels like I am reaching new heights

higher, higher and further from the dream below.

I want to be grounded.

I want to be tethered to something in this world

that gives my existence a purpose.

I’m too high now. No one can reach my string

and pull me back to earth.

So I’ll keep floating until I pop from

too many changes in atmospheric pressure

and when I finally return to the ground,

all that will be left is broken remains.