Swing set

I am waking up again on swing set ride,

Not knowing what will take me by surprise,

The only thing I am sure - tears in my eyes.

But are they sadness or a joy of pride?

It’s like same mountain I climb every day,

One day I am on the top, another - falling down,

My mind whispers “Nothing is ok”,

And then commands me - take your crown!

All colours in my head or just an empty space,

Impossible to make it steady,

But I am fearless, so swing set, I am ready!

In love and art I’ll always find my place.