I wanted to swing high <br />I wanted to touch the sky <br />I wanted to do all this <br />I wanted to fly <br />So I pumped and i pumped <br />and what do you know <br />As I pumped harder <br />The swing still would'nt go. <br />So i got fed up <br />I started to give in <br />But a voice in my head <br />Said if you quit now you never will win <br />So I dropped my writing utensils <br />My paper and pen <br />and i started to pump <br />again and again <br />as i continued to pump <br />I soon realized my swin was progressing <br />and so was the light in my eyes <br />With my face in the wind <br />and me in full swing <br />i started to remember to be young again <br />before the burnt embers <br />before the bouts of sin <br />Before the violent tremors <br />Before evil could win <br />I never wanted to get off <br />Never wanting to stop <br />I pumped and i Pumped <br />trying to get to the top <br />and i as i got higher <br />my depression waned <br />I shut my eyes tighter <br />and made sure the effort wasn't in vain <br />I opened my eyes <br />was jerked to a violent stop <br />I was engulfed in lies <br />that were cream of the crop <br />A tear dropped down my face <br />as i realized my place <br />to be amongst the elders <br />and their silent disgrace <br />I bowed my head low <br />I got off of the swing <br />accepting the fact <br />happiness was onlii a dream <br />so with that realization <br />i decide a to rejoice <br />a song of my youth <br />halted with a voice <br />and of my adulthood <br />and the responsibilites it would bring <br />but as i opened my mouth <br />i realized i couldn't sing <br />so i closed my mouth because i knew i wasn't sure <br />that if i spread my wings <br />it would mean that i would soar <br />afraid to grow up <br />and afraid to stay young <br />i realize these fears warn <br />that my childhood's not yet done<br /><br />Melissa Ferrer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/realization-16/
