My Swing

Being on an
emotional high,
Higher, higher,
in the sky.

As I continue
to pump with
might.

My swing goes
higher out of
sight.

let it go,
fly away,
Somewhere along
the milky-way.

This swing,
has me tied and
bound.

Afraid I'll fall,
touch the ground

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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