My Favorite Object
Being on an island
Alone with no one to talk to
What a scary time
How will I survive?
What will I bring?
Most people would say
Food or maybe a special someone
But not me, I am very different
My volleyball for the love of the game
To have something to occupy myself with
A net would be made out of sticks
I would no longer be nervous and afraid
I have my favorite object
My volleyball
This poem is about:
Me