purple strings

break break break my concentration

my focus is taking me higher into the mountains that i saw on the horizon

like a bullring, like a home-cooked meal across the arid plains

follow follow follow your goal, your path, your future, your DEssssSTINY

i see the red balloon and eyes up, nose up i follow

running behind it, tripping on jagged rocks

patent leather mary-janes scuffed, gouged, stuck in crags

breaking my stockings and mussing my socks

my dress is getting dirty

i can hear the music there

the first strains of violins and tambourines

my own song playing from over yonder

follow follow follow the red balloon

break break break my concentration

the threads of purple hold me back

pop pop pop they pop with the pressure of my pushing chest  

go forth, little girl

little hands behind me, i grip

hundreds of tiny hands at my waist 

at my back, i grip

i feel like a linebacker 

i feel like a bulldozer

i feel like a shovel in the sand

as i raise my head and crane my neck to follow my red balloon.

Jani Rosado copyright 2009

Art by Tattoomaus78 ~deviantart