One step, a push and woosh.
The wind, securing a chain on my hand,
Had inevitably brought me to this place
Just as it had before.
In a slip of my unknowing mind,
I had fallen into the trap.
The grumbling of the trees,
The chewing of the wood chips upon my feet, and
The shaking of the equipment
All added to the surrounding chaos until
The tension within seemed to seep into the swings.
The wind yanked them up and down
Then up again
Enforcing the cyclic nature that
The environment imposed.
Just as the wind seemed to let go
It would tighten its grasp;
All until the window towards the outside
Decided to close.
Yet, the sporadic closure did not stop
The wind already inside.
The pendulum never truly stopped as it
lurked in the background whether or not I was there
Being sustained by the breeze inside the glass.
But, when the wind brought me to this place
It had its ulterior motive.
The wind wanted to push me around
Messing up my footing along the path of my trail.
The wind rushed me up the stairs
And pulled me down the slide.
Up and down until it seemed as though
I was out of breath.
My pounding heart screamed with worry
As I continued my stay in this place.
My anguish built up immensely and did not subside
As I longed to leave the wood chips.
Eventually, my time at the playground came to an end.
The flicker of light beaconing me out of this place
Was just strong enough to lift me out of these depths.
However, the light was not powerful enough
To entirely dissipate the wind
That brought me to that place.
The wind subsided and became a part of
The breaths I took.
It slowly regained its strength,
preparing for my next visit.
