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.
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.