My head is a pink balloon full of marbles

Small, glass spheres rolling around and weighing down my ambitions.

It’s in my nature to float away, yet a habit to stay on the ground.

Tie me to a lamp post then cut me free.

Feel time stand still as the marbles pull me lower while the helium fights to sail me away.

Stagnant.

One prick of a needle. I can pop this prison.

Watch how the marbles shatter and helium dissipates.

The pressure to be perfect floats on the wings of a butterfly

And struggle is made beautiful.

I am more than a pink balloon full of marbles.

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