A Crooked Bench Swing

Location

53405
United States
42° 44' 0.0348" N, 87° 49' 31.8036" W

She sat in a crooked bench swing

with her feet off the ground

and her back against the world. 

Just a small ray of sunlight 

kissed her tainted superficial skin

covering the spirit beneath

that society failed to see.

She slipped a few feet down

closer to the bright green grass

she knew conquered the land

before bulldozers roamed over it.

She swung her feet a few times

to forget the hunger in her stomach

as those starving in other places

have been forgotten by  luxury.

She let a tear steak down her face

to wash away memories of gunshots

and violence that claim the potential

of lives that could easily have been saved.

She allowed it to trinkle to the ground in wonder

as to how many more had to be buried beneath.

She laid on that crooked bench

hearing birds of all different origins and colors

welcoming the morning glory in harmonious song

despite the storm clouds lingering over their blue skies.

She sat up again with her eyes closed.

Afraid to open them to reality.

And find she is just lost and hopeless,

with no distinctions between to reach through.

She sat in a crooked bench swing

with her feet off the ground

And her back against the world.

Where today she'd said goodbye

to the ground just inches away 

and the world that had denied her.

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