A Fly Ball

I was white and red;

I was innocent,

Yet marked with a fiery passion.

You grasped

And cradled me

In your warm,

Comforting embrace.

I was secure, safe,

And confident,

Resting against

The sides of your leather glove.

But you decided to

Throw me,

To toss me away

Into this unknown oblivion.

I fly

Through the air,

Feeling free,

As the wind rushes past my body.

But at the same time,

I wonder,

“Who will catch me?”