One thoughtful prayer,
one prayerful thought
you formulate
from your steely fisted grip
and tight pursed lips,
you drop,

And hope
that, maybe later,
maybe soon,
it will float right up
into the sky
to fly
just like a colorful balloon,

So that you,
one day,
listen up and know the way
to get your self-wrought,
too taut bubble
to home right in on heaven’s light
where it can’t help but pop!

For too long
has it held you
in an atmosphere,
of not belonging,
and complacent, hopeless fear,

and it’s high time
you climbed to the sublime,
and let
your heart’s confinement
finally stop,
so it beats free
and happily,
clear from its bottom
to its top.

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