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Swinging
the earth gazed upon her platinum strands
why is she swinging from the branches?
is she ever climbing down?
just a day ago she was leaping over little puddles
and jumping in the bigger ones
just a week ago she was with her friends
sending texts at midnight when she should’ve been dreaming
now she’s swinging back and forth
tangled in the leaves
her skin is turning blue
her lips are no longer pink
I wish she told us why she stopped her violin playing
why she tore up old letters
and burned her watercolor paintings
she was brighter than any star above
she laughed herself to tears
until she couldn’t catch her breath
now she cannot breathe
and she’s hanging by a thread
tangled in a spider web
one she spun herself
we want her to come down
we want her running in the grass below
because we’re tired of staring at her swinging
with our heads below her feet
but this is how she’ll be
high up in the sky
gazing happily from above
because she never lived on earth
and she’s never climbing down
why is she swinging from the branches?
is she ever climbing down?
just a day ago she was leaping over little puddles
and jumping in the bigger ones
just a week ago she was with her friends
sending texts at midnight when she should’ve been dreaming
now she’s swinging back and forth
tangled in the leaves
her skin is turning blue
her lips are no longer pink
I wish she told us why she stopped her violin playing
why she tore up old letters
and burned her watercolor paintings
she was brighter than any star above
she laughed herself to tears
until she couldn’t catch her breath
now she cannot breathe
and she’s hanging by a thread
tangled in a spider web
one she spun herself
we want her to come down
we want her running in the grass below
because we’re tired of staring at her swinging
with our heads below her feet
but this is how she’ll be
high up in the sky
gazing happily from above
because she never lived on earth
and she’s never climbing down
Published 10th Apr 2019
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10th Apr 2019 4:15am
I certainly hope this was fiction, Fairy. If not, I am sorry you had to witness such a thing. Moreso, I am sorry your friend felt she had no other alternative. It is true we can choose to end this lifetime whenever we want, especially when the pain seems too much to bear. She has found peace understanding all things, including her action. I hope you and all those who witnessed do as well.
Very powerful write.
Very powerful write.
