Sometimes I have had enough.

A feeling that a vacation could not even fix.

A stiffness that the hottest flame could never soothe.

A pain that I can no longer carry.

Nerves frayed red raw.

Too sensitive to brush against the slightest touch.

***

I beg to be tied to balloons in that moment.

Carried away to any other location never to return.

Even the ocean would be a safer spot to land.

At least I could start over.

A new beginning I could make work.

But the current place I am in is unlivable.

***

If there are no balloons on hand please make me your ship figurehead.

I do not mind being lashed to the rough boards.

Wherever you are going has to be a better destination.

A wanted place instead of detested.

I would pay so much money for that.

Even if I have to tolerate the pain.

***

If all else fails, bring me in your suitcase.

For they never prescribe rest anymore at the doctor.

And even then I fear I would end in that state forever.

Since I arrive as I am and might remain that way.

So take me away from myself.

Even if it means to also be a part of you.