Friday, November 14, 2008


We were pushing children in swings
There were lots of people there 
Friends and family
Watching and waiting
Staying there was comfortable and easy
They were pulling me to stay
I knew I had to leave
I knew they had to pump their own swings
Or jump out.
I knew I couldn’t stay and push them 
As I was watching 
I knew what I had to do

I knew what I needed to do
I had a difficult time 
I couldn’t vocalize it
They’d be sad and disappointed
I was slowly leaving 

I was thinking
I might have to
Without saying good-bye
I knew I had to go off
And be on my own
By myself
I had to pump my own swing
And jump off.

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