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Where The Wooden Swing Can Take Her

November 20, 2018
By McKennaMiddWrites BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
McKennaMiddWrites BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"Be good to people. And don't forget that you are people, too"
- Colin Wright


With the rise of the morning

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

With music in her ear

Her old dog laying by her side

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

The tranquility of the repetitive movement

Cutting through the breeze

Whether it be blistering

Or balmy

She is weightless

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

The escape

Running into the arms

Of songs that reflect the refugee emotions

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

The suitcase stuffed

With what she loves

what she wants to remember

Keep sakes and tokens she relied on

Now she will give them the opportunity to grow

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

Imagination

A place where she will temporarily reside

Drowning in Hope

Fantasy

There she hides

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

Weaving together the world known as illusion

A plot to a story she wishes was hers

 

 

Swing back

Swing forward

Swing back

Swing forward

Her imagination sings to her

Victorious   

Loved

Bold

Sure

 

With this pain is relieved

Until the wooden swing slows.

Her day dreams will die with the invasion of the night

The wind falls still

In the air she will be enclosed

Heavy

 

Stepping into the cruelness of what she left behind

 

She will plead with herself not to weep

When her old dog will struggle to stand and follow her inside  

 

But silence will scream

Failure

Pitied

Fading

Unsure

 

Nether the less she will wait

Till the rise of the morning

For then  

With her old dog laying by her side

Music in her ear

She will swing back

Swing forward


The author's comments:

This poem paints the picture of a girl struggling to face a reality that she loaths. She finds her refuge in her wooden swing and earbuds. Accompanied by her dog and her best memories, the girl leaves behind reality to live in what she wishes her life was. The reason why the girl needs this escape through her music and her imagination is left up to you to decide. 


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