In my hand sits a soft white lacy bit of string.
I tug at it gently and realise there's a certain magnitude to it.
My gaze lifts and catches the long string of bright yellow balloons, softly swaying as I tug.
They reach as far as my eyes can go up up up towards the infinite greatness of the universe.
I close my eyes and my hand falls silent.
I listen with intent.
The balloons softly whisper of a voice, a hand at the other end.
It's a voice that warms my heart and sets my cells dancing, whirling.
If only I could bounce, one balloon to the next,
I know that I'd find you at the other end.
Holding a soft white lacy bit of string.
Asking me to play.
I rejoice with delight.
I know these balloons with lift me when I'm weighed down. Hold me when I falter. Tease me when I've forgotten how to laugh.
And always, always guide me back home.
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