girl_jane HOPE

"Look, Mommy! Somebody's balloon of hope! Can I pop it? Can I? Can I? Can I?"

"OK, Just make sure you let the air out slowly so it hurts more."

Now I stand here with my little torn pieces of bitter plastic.
Perhaps, someday,
I'll have the breath
to blow up another balloon.
And, perhaps,
when I have that breath,
I won't blow up
another balloon-
Just so it can't be
popped again.

If I had the defenses,
I'd blow up
another balloon,
and protect it,
but I don't have the strength.
I've spent my strength
from popped balloons.
what's it to you?
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