The Park

There was a time
When she was at the park
and she was young
and fearless
because she knew
it would be okay.
And she wasn't scared
of the roundabout
or the slide
or the swings,
even though she could
swing high and fall
and hurt herself.
But then she grew up.
And she was scared -
not because of the roundabout
or the slide
or the swings -
but because she wanted
to swing high
and fall
and hurt herself.
And she wanted to die.
But she was already dead inside.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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