Balloon

I feel like a balloon. 

Drifting slowly upwards.

A balloon, which was once tethered to this planet.

Tethered by a thread thought to be unbreakable.

The thread broke.

Now I’m floating.

Up.

Further and further into the milky sky.

I feel lost.
I don’t belong here.

I’m not like the clouds that surround me.

It feels as though they mock me for not belonging.

They mock me for not being one with they’re cottony appearance.

Or their watery texture.

They sneer as I float past.

Talk behind my back when I’m gone.

All I want now is to deflate.

Deflate so that I can fall.

Fall down, down, and hit the crust.

The crust of the earth.

Right where I should be.

Back where I should  be.