Balloons

Hold

Your

Obsessions

Like a

Balloon

with its string in

Your hands.

Watch

Your balloon, that

Nothing needles it--

While

Your

Hot-air balloon

Deflates.

Note: This poem is inspired by my fight with a couple obsessions and having acknowledged that protecting my obsessions at all costs really lets down the rest of my life :( :)

Also, if you like this poem, you may like my poem, "Once Birthed, Eternal"

Have a good day!