Until now,
I thought of it
as a balloon’s bang
those words stabbing
out of the phone;
a pin pressed
against life
————BANG!!!!!
the ringing of ears
and the reeling
Only now,
time’s scabbing brings
a new perspective;
bangless, serene
You as escaped balloon
Not intent on
destruction
but desperate
only to float –
red and free
up and out
the Velux
Not looking down
at the shrinking child
eyes wet, arms raised,
cursing herself
for letting go
No,
you as escaped balloon
wanting only to float
weightless at last
I hope more than anything
it felt like floating
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From Magma 93

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