There's Someone On My Balcony

There’s a little girl on my balcony
She’s very, very scared
She looks at the palms below
And fear raises every hair.

Her hands grip the railing
Her knuckles turning white
Blonde hair blowing in the breeze
As day turns into night.

If there were a fire
Oh no, she couldn’t jump
If she dropped her dolly
Oh no, she wouldn’t stop.

Sorry Mr. Raindrop
Down you go
I cannot run to save you
I cannot jump to save you

This little girl
Is afraid of her own free will
And she’s too scared
To try out any thrill.

There's Someone On My Balcony

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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As I looked out the sliding doors in the condo we stayed in in Panama City, Florida, I thought this poem up.

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