Whatever Happens.

My heart is a balloon.

If you push me/hold me/squeeze me too tight

you will suffocate me and I will pop.

I will break and I will be unfixable.

If you loosen your grip too much,

If you turn your head away and not care what dangers

lay ahead in the clouds around me

then you may let me slip away.

You may never get me back and that would be such a waste.

So, hold on to me and hold on gently.

Whatever happens, do not let go of my hand

Because this pressure will die down,

the storms will go away

and I will always float on back to you.

And we will always be okay.

Always yours, Carolyn.