To Answer Your Question
I know nothing but my innards, but I'll try:
Follow that floating balloon no one says you can catch
But you see that string dangling
That string no one else can see
And you can't believe they don't believe
Because it's so shiny and so bright
Follow that road
Follow it filled with brambles and manure and the
Yucky things that you shy away from looking at
Even when the flowers wilt
And it isn't spring of summer or even fall anymore
It's still your road
Leave the pit
Leave the place where worms crawl at you and you
Scream for help and they don't even see the worms
I know it's hard to believe they don't see
The gnats tearing at your arms even when you cry
And you are itching and bleeding and maybe you're dying
But you gotta leave the pit by yourself
No one helps
So be the story
Be the rushing prairie clouds and be the running thawing falls
Be the icicles that! melt and be the sun that warms and bakes
Be the energy made for life, be the power made for death
Be the colors that show you night and the gushing seaside dawn
Be the bow across the sky that has no end and no beginning but it
Is as real
As your heart
As your living, breathing, strong, pumping
Blood-filled, blood-curdling, blood-stained heart
You are all of this and more
You are living and you're dying
You are all of everything in this world
And you are precious
by Jenny Romalis
