Community Poems – Please share your poems › One Star Up High
My pain is but a poem in the sea.
My joy is a lost balloon.
Red balloon floating away.
Little boy eyes up.
My loss is just a stroke of the clock.
Every note means something to me.
My time is a dome of fire.
My tears are the steam of release.
Hang on little child,
To the strings of your loved ones,
For every tug, and joy, and glace away, is a layer of distance between who am and who I want to be.
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