I escape to the deepest dreams and most honest hopes for myself...
on a swing.
Something about the pumping and pushing raises expectations for myself;
I set new heights for the me I want to be...
on a swing.
The breeze in my hair makes me feel free--free from my own desires for perfection. I somehow find peace in who I am...
on a swing.
As I get higher, I feel closer...to Him. The one who grants me salvation in all my limitations. I find hope...
on a swing.
As soon I start pumping, kicking my legs the frustrations of the day fall from my eyes and I give all my hurt to the wind, all...
on a swing.
Only one thing beats the sensation of soaring to the heights I've dreamed of, it's doing it next to someone I love.
For the rest of my days, I will make my escape, find my pace...
on a swing.
3 comments:
This is beautiful Deja. You inspire me to reach higher than I am...
I Love You and Miss You. You are such an amazing person!!
Deja, what a beautiful inspirational poem! You're incredible. I wish I could still fit on a swing. :)
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