All of the other girls had red balloons
yet I still carry this thing.
This thing that separates me from them,
makes me different from all the rest.
Mine is bigger and better and faster
and can fly me around the world.
Yet I still just want what they all have
and to be like everyone else.
They have color, those bright red balloons,
matching their hats and shoes.
Mine has no flair, no zip, no pizazz,
a potato on a string.
I stand out alone, my back to their faces
their childish fun loving grins.
In my simple brown dress, and sad lonely eyes,
I am trying to fit in.
Maybe one day I’ll see it,
the value this thing holds for me.
I will climb in and set my course
for adventures not of this world.
But today I am here and apart from the crowd,
lonely and on the fringe.
Today my only wish
is to have a red balloon.
*For dVersepoets.com Poetics: Out the Sketchbook *
Art by Tera Zajack