A balloon. A fresh, just blown up with helium balloon. Who can resist it? It's beautiful, colorful. vibrant. It demands to be noticed no matter the cost. A balloon. In time it starts to become smaller, it loses its height. The helium begins to leak out, the balloon starts to sink. It's a sad sight, an old balloon. You can try to add in new helium, but it doesn't last long. It starts to slowly lose it's magic, its deflating. It falls toward the floor, sometimes getting stuck mid-air. One might grab it and pop it at this stage, there's no good use for it anyhow. It's purpose has been served. Or its left to its own survival. It deflates and then it's gone. A balloon. A once beautiful, enticing, exciting balloon. Gone.
Morgan Rae Brown is a deep thinker that writes directly from her soul.