Girl on the Swings

I am more naïve
Than I allow myself to believe.
But still, I am no saint.
I live in a modern world
Where the dreams I had as a girl
Shyly burn away–
A world of cheekbones, emotional neglect,
Sex, drinking, and language I detest.
What would I think of me now?
On the surface of the word, I am good.
But I am not only good.
I split myself open to see what I think–
I’ll still blow away like the girl on the swings.


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