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Swinging High
Poetry
I swing high into the sky,
watching my worries drift by.
Into the trees, before my eyes,
up into the clouds they fly.
My mind is finally still —
it feels like such a thrill.
Rhythmic motion keeps me cool
when life gets chaotic and cruel.
I slow down and pace my breath
before I work myself to death.
I lean back and swing high,
touching my toes to the sky.
Every time I reach my peak,
I hear the steel chains creak.
Then gravity knocks me back,
and I prepare for my comeback.
I pump my legs and gain speed,
setting my potential energy free.
Back and forth,
higher and higher,
I swing to new heights
and eye-opening insights.
When the fear creeps back in,
the words of my heart still win:
Relax, unwind, enjoy the view,
even if the world is unfair to you.
No matter how the winds may blow,
breathe deep and let…
