Red Balloon

This little red balloon that follows me,

I wear upon my wrist

It’s the thing which keeps me free

of things I must resist

For a living thing I’ll not enslave

as an animal for support

All for a solemn oath I gave

not to use them for such sport

My shelter from unpleasant places

when I should wander afield

to venues that are unsafe spaces

It guards me like a shield

My red balloon goes every place

I guard it with such care

for it is needed when I’m faced

with the truth: it’s only air

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s