Must I

You must see me,

like a million colorful balloons,

Like the ones I was holding on my tiptoes,

as I measured the direction of the wind

with a wet finger straight in the air.

You laughed when I told you,

I planned on flying away with those colorful balloons.

You told me,

I was too heavy,

full of organs and spite.

I recognize your need to destroy,

and you must embrace the child within yourself.

So here's this needle,

I swear it will rain color

I won't flinch once.

If it means you being free,

after years of confinement,

Then, by all means,

destroy this.

But before we do,

hold this balloon,

see its color?

see the way the sun shines through it?

Like a crystal sound wave,

beating your brain with a million beautiful ideas,

a million butterflies erupt within your brain.

If you're still not convinced,

close your eyes on this ledge,

spread your arms,

embrace the air,

and the rock in the arch of your foot.

Now, tell me that being free,

does not sound like complete bliss.