Boomerang
I’m like a boomerang.
Sometimes I come back with a big clang.
Even though you hurt me dozens,
I won’t stop seeing your little cousins.
I can’t imagine you walking away.
Maybe even putting our story out on display.
Boomerangs are really unique.
All have a high technique.
Can you find me in the sky?
Or are you going to say good-bye?
Faith for me is in the air,
Which I don’t think is really fair.
Do you see what I’m saying?
Why do you keep swaying?
Boomerangs come and go.
Some are fast and some are slow.
Their story is incredibly steep.
Please don’t go home and start to weep.
-Makayla Madsen
