MayMetMo 2020 #6: Balloon for Abandon

What joy to soar with wings unbridled by temperament the rage in my heart is enough to inflate my skin and reach for the heavens.  Filling me up with hot hair just behind my eyes and between ears as steam pours from open orifices.  Feet begin to feel lighter as I am lifted from the ground one brief moon jump of joy at a time.   Inflated with rage for the ages, there’s no coming back from the pain that stages itself in cages inside my cells and bones.  But one thing is for certain, It’s high time I was left alone.   Other people always seem to heat the air, and I find myself wishing, they weren’t there.  I try to be good, to rise above the anger and the pain, I feel the ground beneath me but the others drive me so insane.  I think today I’ll throw up my hands, fly to the clouds or some distant land.   Abandon my post, and leave my friends.   It’s fine, I know when I come down I’ll be back again, Like a hot air balloon, ready for the morning sun.  Perhaps I just need to get out and run.