I will rocket you into the sky.

With your hands tied behind your back you can only move your eyes.
But even they hurt to see.
For they have no drain or sleep.
And I know it hurts to watch the rock atop the mountain tumble while you watch from a distance.
Praying for its submission to the weaker rocks below.
There’s nothing to be said.
Just a silence among them.
And at times a squeak may be too loud.
And I love my words but for the first time I am without them.
Yes, even a squeak just seems too loud.

I can open my mouth only to find it dry.
I can open my eyes only to see terrified.

The starters of the chain reaching the end of theirs.
But many years have past. Times of hard work and endless laughs.
And at the end of the day that’s all that mattered.

I am the hinge in between this see-saw.
And both of you sit on my hands.
The ones that push you back up.
But this time around the see-saw lays flat.
Both sides inches from ground.
But when you hop back on once more I will rocket you into the sky.
And sweetie, this see-saw will fly.