Poems

A Little Red Ball.

I've come to realize that sometimes, I just can't write out my emotions so blatantly and directly. It was almost shameful to see whatever I felt stenciled into the paper, leaving its mark there forever. Then, I learnt the existence of metaphors. :) Enjoy!

A LITTLE RED BALL: 

A little girl was playing in her garden,

Bouncing a little red ball.

She tossed and kicked it up in the air,

Until it rolled too far out and began to fall.

With a yelp of delight, she left,

The safety of her garden in pursuit.

She ran down a deep, steep hill,

And caught the ball as it flew.

She tumbled onto the grass heavily,

And came face to face with her reflection.

It looked so magical and real,

It was hard to identify and make the selection.

After staring at the pretty reflective surface,

For a really long time, she decided

That her real self was so much better,

Better to be one than two-sided.

As she turned to go back up the hill,

She caught the sight of the ocean.

It beckoned at her with its cool enchanting-ness,

And made its dangers impossible to discern.

The little girl was at complete loss;

To go back to the garden, or stay with the sea?

She had nearly drowned once before,

But its beauty was worth the bleed.

Yet the garden seems to be the more rational

Choice that she should make.

Go back to her little haven,

Where there were no stakes.

It was impossible to choose between the two,

And the decision was difficult to make.

So, the little girl sat down on the ground,

And took out her little red ball to play.