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Where The Wooden Swing Can Take Her
With the rise of the morning
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
With music in her ear
Her old dog laying by her side
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
The tranquility of the repetitive movement
Cutting through the breeze
Whether it be blistering
Or balmy
She is weightless
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
The escape
Running into the arms
Of songs that reflect the refugee emotions
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
The suitcase stuffed
With what she loves
what she wants to remember
Keep sakes and tokens she relied on
Now she will give them the opportunity to grow
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
Imagination
A place where she will temporarily reside
Drowning in Hope
Fantasy
There she hides
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
Weaving together the world known as illusion
A plot to a story she wishes was hers
Swing back
Swing forward
Swing back
Swing forward
Her imagination sings to her
Victorious
Loved
Bold
Sure
With this pain is relieved
Until the wooden swing slows.
Her day dreams will die with the invasion of the night
The wind falls still
In the air she will be enclosed
Heavy
Stepping into the cruelness of what she left behind
She will plead with herself not to weep
When her old dog will struggle to stand and follow her inside
But silence will scream
Failure
Pitied
Fading
Unsure
Nether the less she will wait
Till the rise of the morning
For then
With her old dog laying by her side
Music in her ear
She will swing back
Swing forward
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This poem paints the picture of a girl struggling to face a reality that she loaths. She finds her refuge in her wooden swing and earbuds. Accompanied by her dog and her best memories, the girl leaves behind reality to live in what she wishes her life was. The reason why the girl needs this escape through her music and her imagination is left up to you to decide.