A child's jungle gym has become an issue.
As my throbbing digits demand release.
Frozen, paralyzed and stagnant.
Unable to set free what has been done.

Other pastimes declare their longing
Obligations belt their tunes.
But my frozen fingers refuse to forgoe a break.
From dangling in the the past, unmoving

I swing in stride to relieve the pressure
And switch from one hand to the other
But to simply let my feet touch the earth
Is terrifying, and unknown.

Blisters are forming, the meadow is bellowing. Splinters stab the palms, the other palms reckon climbing.
But fear is a powerful thing unhinged, and constricting
So for today, I still grasp there, swaying.
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