Ball of Hope

There is nothing I love more
Than to blow away a dandelion

And as the wind carries the seeds away
It also carries away with it

Whisps of the thoughts I want to forget
Dreams that only resulted in frustrations
The museum of things I want to let go of,
but couldn't

As the feathers swirl in the wind
Forming different patterns
My body lightens, and I
See new horizons right in front of my eyes
New hopes of varying fervour
Just waiting to be conquered

taken in Christ Church Meadow, Oxford