Qualia

Once upon a moon
Lied breath that rested in a balloon
It begged to be held
From the place that failed
To contain its screams
Will it, too, fail its dreams
Of floating high enough to touch
The stars it admired so much
If only I had the skill
To tie this rope in a way that will
Help it defy gravity
While remaining within in my captivity
If I remove my grasp
A gasp
Will roam
From it’s home
Like light escaping a chandelier
The breath will land its air
Distant from my lips
Resistant from guilt trips
The breath had grown
For long enough on its own
That it began to float, untethered, to the top
And I watched in admiration until I saw it pop
I collected the pieces that fell
As a reminder that I must learn to tie well