when i was younger,
i would swing very high
because
i believed that maybe i could
touch  the sky.

now i am older,
and i barely swing.
but when i do,
something has changed
inside of me.

i now fear the sky,
fear going too high,
fear falling,
and fear hitting the ground.

when i was younger,
nary a care in the world,
i would let all my fears go,
and i would watch them all fly.

now i am older,
and  burdened with grief,
silent tears,
and unending pain.
unable to swing ,
and destined to fall.