I am on the swing set daring to go higher twisting and turning
When no is around or everyone is
Funny thing is when I’m on that swing set alone it feels so much more freeing
Like I can do anything not having to worry about who I hurt or who hurt me
It’s just me and the swing set
It’s exhilaration the feeling right before I become a bird in the sky
No judgement from it just the small thought telling me to keep going higher
When I am around others I always accidentally crash into them
I hear sounds of what are you doing or that looks dumb whenever I close my eyes
I also hear someone tell me that I should keep going
But I always secretly wonder if they’re just waiting for me to fall too
And then as horrible as most of the voices are when the one goes away with the rest
I realize that when no one else is around that there is something else that swingset is
It’s lonely
Atlas Ez Poetry 