The Balloon


The day he burst her balloon

her soul ripped in two

and her very veins

bled blue; jagged

edges, raw to the touch,

were misplaced

(lone sock

swallowed by

the dryer

in the heat of

battle). Imagine

her shock

the day she woke up

and saw that

in breaking,

in allowing herself

to rip apart at the

seams, she had



This little ‘balloon flower’ will literally burst into bloom when it lets itself pop open. What a marvellous lesson in redemption…

Get Real


She wants to get real.

Her thirst is a mirror,

reflecting a parched soul

to blind eyes; the more she

confesses, the more she

recognizes her hollowness.

Only Light can fill her now –

energy in rainbow-rays,

illumination to reveal

depravity. And seeing,

she knows that

she has been a dark

and empty thing,

a plastic flower

with no hope of fragrance.

So now,

at last,

she wants to get real.