On August 24, 2022, P.T. Wyant posted a Wednesday Words prompt involving a seashell, a hot air balloon, and a pill box.
This poem was the result…
Did you ever ride that hot air balloon?
You dreamed of soaring in through the clouds?
Did you visit the people you could hear?
Singing at you from the seashell?
Did you ever get the express your wishes?
Slaving away at your job?
Managers screaming at you while you walked in a daze
Maddening them with your apathy
You never gave them trouble, but you were always somewhere else
I gaze now at your empty pill box
A list of ingredients I know nothing about on the side
Telling a true story you never wished to tell.
No, you’d much rather rise above it all
Escape from your body into your dreams
Surrender yourself completely to story
Forced to cope with reality’s needs
Can anyone blame you from running away?
After the way your own body treated you?
Your imagination became your best friend
Offering you joy amidst drudgery and pain
I hope you got a chance to fly in that balloon
Even if it was only in your mind
I hope the songs of the seashell people were sweet
When you pushed through the pain
To shape that imaginary sight
There’s so much more to you than the pill box
No matter what anyone may say
May you flourish and nurture your inner artist
Giving her a chance to create every day.