Long after dark
In the shadow of the moon
Sits a lone kid
On an old swingset
In the dead of the night
He swings back and forth
Back and forth
Would you belive
That child is me;
The dark gives my mind a stage
To relive past events
And dream of options not taken,
The silence gives thoughts time to clear
And the cool air gives my wounds room to
heal;
Lost in my trance
My hurts can heal
My mind can dream
My heart can feel;
And even though the place is public
This time is mine
Only mine |
Submission Name: Swingset (My Ritual)
