Spring Swing

Swinging between feeling alone and the desire to stay alone,

In this blooming spring of flowers and couples,

Rolling and rambling into an unknown future full of choices I cannot make and finish lines I cannot see,

I just want two eyes to see me. 

Is my existence only true if I am noticed? 

(Sorry for this jabber). 


4 thoughts on “Spring Swing

  1. I love poetry like this! It makes me think :) I used to write poetry as a little girl, so much so that I still have all 50 of them handwritten! I feel like this sometimes too. But good thing we blog so we don’t feel alone. :) Good work!

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