Sadness building up, fear and desperation. The doubting of self and others, no trust to be found. Holding onto the ballons filled with each emotion with dear life, too afraid of what will happen if they disappear. Finally, one day the discovery of letting go...releasing the balloons along with the illusion of any control.
Every Friday write a poem, story or limerick of 55 words, no more, no lessAnd then report to the G-Man!
**Note, whenever we have lost someone in the past few years, we always write loving messages on balloons and release them all at once, watching them fly high above us until we can't see them. It is a nice feeling of release and I think I am going to go out, get some balloons, find a pretty spot and release some balloons with messages to my son this weekend. That was my inspiration for this 55.
Have a great weekend everyone!!