swinging back and forth between two;
sweet breeze brushing past.
Stiffness setting in when solo,
strained movement stutters to stagnation,
reduced to standstill.
Desperate cries futile,
bouncing off deaf ears, non-existent arms.
Alone; yourself your sole stimulus,
a heave required from deep,
not succumbing to debilitating rust;
oiling wrong, warming bad,
invigoration for what’s coming.
Strength recovered, push prescribed,
catapulting sweet breeze into action.
– Shaniqua Benjamin