This balloon

So full of color, and so full of life 

It makes me feel the power to fly, though it means the world.

Holding it means the world, round, set, knows what it is and what it means.

Holding this balloon make me forget, forgive and for see.

For see a future, that is bright. That is discolored by the sun. Seeing a color that 

can remind me that life can be beautiful..............................

But as all balloons. This one popped. Destroyed in shreds, destroyed by a loud fright.

This fright destroys, this scare has a bite.