The Swing

No therapy can heal my mood swings,

As the swing calms my mind like the breeze,

That hits my face blowing my strands in air,

Freeing my thoughts tied strong to my mind.

I sway back and forth at ease staring at the clouds,

That is so messed moving with the wind,

As my thoughts goes wavery and uncontrolled,

With no particular goal for the day!

As I grip the swing so tight that took me far,

Into a state of calmness, blank is the mind,

As all I can feel is the swaying motion,

That can control a tramautized one.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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