Swing on.


Beautifully out of place
I needed to escape 
I’m lost in this room 

Searching for my truth

Looking for something familiar

To cling onto 

Searching for a feeling 

To make me feel at home

This is the opposite of comfort 

I remembered a girl…

No one would notice her missing

Late at night

She’d swing on a swing

As high as she could

She’d stare at sky and dream

It was the only time she felt at peace

Alone was the only time 

She felt in place 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Great poem. Look forward to reading more of your work.

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