The Empty Swing

As a little girl, I always wanted a swing on a tree. I never got my swing, but dreamt of it. The image is my painting.

This is my escape…I want to fly on my swing, but it’s lost

I want to fly..fly  and fly.

 

Where is my swing that I might meet and fly to the other world where tears are not.

I really never knew where to find it, I just dreamt of it.

 

I called it over and over, to come to my rescue and my peace.

I really never knew where to find it.. I just dreamt of it.

 

My swing … it stayed empty waiting for the little girl and her tears.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Loved your pic here, you could almost see the
sorrowful impact by this pic alone. As for the
poem, very hreartrending filled with a childs
hurt...a sadly beautiful piece...

[Art Sun]

there is sadness within this poem and yet the longing and desire to have a dream or wish come true are also the emotional depth of your thoughts through this poem...