*this is my first attempt at a sestina.
Imitating the swing of the pendulum
She rocks back and forth
Never finding stable ground
Uncertain, afraid of getting hurt
Not being able to see beyond her restricted vision
“I don’t know what to do,” her heart sighs
Taking a few steps forward and a few more back, she sighs
Wishing to be able to stop the pendulum
Then maybe, blurred wouldn’t be her vision
And she could go on forth
No longer having the fear of getting hurt
And she’ll be treading on certain ground
But uneven is the ground
That makes her insides twirl and heart sigh
Cuz once again, she sees the possibility of getting hurt
High, high, high- low, low, low- swings the pendulum
Filled with motion sickness, but she must go on forth
Stumbling and mumbling for distorted is her vision
Like the drunkard, having faulty vision
Side-stepping invisible stones on the ground
Hesitant, nearly crawling, but she goes on forth
Relieving a disgruntled sigh
Away she pushes the pendulum
Her heart speaks, “I am hurt”
But a choice has to be made despite the hurt
She uses the pain as her vision
Broken, broken is the pendulum
That renders her to the ground
“Just leave,” she spills through a sigh
“I need to keep moving forth”
She tries to escape the feelings her doubt sprouts forth
And her weapon is now her hurt
She figures it out through a relieving sigh
Now, the fog is dispersed from her vision
She gets up, knees first, onto steady ground
And for once, steady is the pendulum
The pendulum is no longer rocking back and forth
She’s on uneven ground aware of the oncoming hurt
Reality, now her vision, she goes on with a sigh
