My Swing Set

(as i sat with a tree in volunteer park i keep thinking about how at home i felt just sitting with it and this is what came to mind)

"It's cold here

The goose bumps on my arms

are a constant reminder of this

They tried to clip my wings...

Feet hitting the ground in a rythem

that is unmistakably running

I slip out of the house into the night air

My mind is swerling with thoughts

Flashes of memories pricking at my skin like nettles...

I push away the chains and keep on moving

blind with fear

My tree comes into sight towering above the others

It's branches sweep down as if to welcome me home

I keep my dreams here...

hiding in the nooks and crannies of the weathered bark

I climb into it's arms

I am set free from the doom

The pain becomes nothing but a faint glow

Here i am only one

And this is my world....

Tonight i will sleep here with the leaves and squirrels

and tomorrow will be a better day...."