sitting on my swing seat perched high up in the air nothing seems too difficult nor too hard to bear It must be the back & forth motion possibly the wind through my hair it soothes and caresses I no longer have a care.
and it helps my mind to wander to regions unexplored in this state of tranquil I've opened up a door so wide that I'm enveloped with everyone I know & love so many reasons to be thankful so many wounds still ignored the healing that I search for to problems I deny exist my swinging calms my innerself into a peaceful bliss.