Falling Off The Swing


I see boredom in my eyes. Weariness. Wariness. Cynicism. An unwillingness to believe that there can be more or better or nicer or greater. This is a different sort of fear.

Does a playground stop being fun
when you fall off the swing enough times
and realise
that it won’t kill you?

Still waiting.

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One thought on “Falling Off The Swing

  1. vishalbheeroo August 4, 2015 at 07:54 Reply

    Engrossing and compelling story, Idea Smith. It touches our emotions.

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