balloon

Sometimes I feel like a balloon. Full of joy and peace. But when I am overwhelmed. The balloon popped. It was like someone stabbed me in the back. Trying to pick up all the missing pieces in my life. Every piece has a part of me. I try to catch myself for floating away. But the stress keeps pushing me to my limit. If I don't stop myself. I will float away. Have to hold on tight. So I won't lose myself. I holding on to a short string. Every time I take a step the string gets short. Trying to not pop my balloon. The wind is a blow. So I have to hold on tight. I don't want my balloon to fly away. Once It is gone there is no way of coming back. So I just have to take a deep breath and let out all the natively. Before I explode like a balloon. Each balloon has a meaning in my life. They are full of joy. But the wind is blowing away from me. It trying to bust everything inside of me. But I won't let go. I trying to hold on tight. So I won't lose a big part of my life. If it breaks it will take a big part of my life. So I have to take a deep breath. Hold on tight so I won't pop like a balloon.