A balloon is relinquished.
Untethered, It wanders without conviction,
swallowed by the scathing sky.
Who will be its master?
Untethered, how long can I wander without conviction?
I am repulsed by my mother’s dogmas.
If you will be my master,
I promise to be a faithful prodigy.
I am consoled by my mother’s dogmas.
She learned them from her father.
Please let me be your prodigy,
I am suffocated by my own questions.
I wage war on ideas inherited from my father
by pulling the skin of my fingers.
Can I have kids if I still have questions?
I crave home whenever I cry.
A balloon is relinquished.
We will discuss this in class tomorrow. Looking forward to it!
ReplyDeleteThis is really powerful, and I'm impressed with how much you packed in in these few short stanzas. The last one threw me off a little bit, because the second line felt random (even though I do get what it's talking about). Looking forward to hearing from you about it!
ReplyDeleteI loved the metaphor. I found it very interesting that you switched from third to first person. Over all, I felt like I got the message of your poem.
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