balloons

She untied the cord,
untethered she looks down
knowing she can no longer fall.

It is okay to get angry at God
for her absence during the pain of childhood.
I suppose it was the only way to convince me
to cut the cords myself.

They recoiled like springs, flying away and now
I cannot return to normal;
when denial is impossible
can we find a way to live at peace?

In a world at war
sanity is always in question;
flee, hold fast, let go
the balloon has floated away.

When you pop the balloon
you never know where you will land,
or if you will land at all.