Purple Shearling

Somehow I’ve hung on
My hands sweating on the monkey bars
Dangling on like the weakest charm

If my face hits the dirt will I
Breathe in and know its worth?
Right now my bones are white
Holding on to my dear life
And if I swing my body forward I
Only hope my mind will follow.

Somehow I’ve hung on
My hands sweating on the monkey bars
Flecks of rust stain my palms

If I keep swinging I’ll move on
I can see the other end
But I can’t forget where I’ve been
At times I think I’m giving out
On the drop of fear and doubt

You cheer me on to get across
Hanging here I’m at a loss
The sun is sinking in the trees
We take for granted times like these.