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May 2019
Swings right
when things just feel right
caresses under blankets
away from eyes
holding on to fleeting moments
stretching them, till they tear
with dawn

Swings left
broken beats left lonely
almost silent
in a loud world
where everyone hears your voice
while I suffocate on mine
being shattered into tiny shards
of transparent truth clawing their way
down my throat
to stunt my heart
from beating …normally

Swings right
your hand in mind
that’s right
that’s nice
faking it till you make it
learning the good in the bad
that’s only single-serving
I am left in a shady area
in a black and white world
full of bruised blueprints
that never made it through

Swings left
change feels like the cold
wind of a monsoon
before the heavy rain of judgement
falls piercing your skin
questioning your being
“but stay”
after you’ve blown away
all the fortress I took
so long to build
stone by stone
year by year
tower by tower
experience after experience
“we’re friends”
was the explosion that
turned my castle
to a sand
a desert, deserted

Swings Right
I feel right
on your right side
but then again
there are millions
standing in line
for get your right
I sometimes think
the spotlight does
shine on me
then I realize it is I
who put it there

Swings Left
….this is my queue to leave
Time
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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