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A kid who loves

beautiful, round, happy


— that is who I am —

so when the universe brought

your big, lightly soul around me

I put my small hand around yours,

like I was holding a balloon.

We were happy, walking down the streets.

You left sometimes, flowing,

but you always came back

to hold my hand.

One day you felt

my hand was a cage,

and I realize I could just see

outside you,

the more I try to peek inside,

the more I wanted you to see mine,

the more I was a cage.

So I opened my hand

and you left floating away,

you could see I was in pain

but again,

I could just see a bright balloon.

A human being trying to heal and found her own voice. A self-love journey.