Swing

It happens too often...

But every once in awhile
You swing me around
Whether I am fluttering
Or bouncing
Or simply babbling
You make me pause
And focus
On that one feeling
I keep shelving away
At that moment
Not to hurt me
But to allow me 
To feel the hurt
As you feel it too
Not to take it away
But for us to understand 
The hurt together

Thank you for the swing.