Trapeze swinger

When you tilt me up high,
I forget the ground below me
can hit me like a rock,
and that crashing will always
be a part of falling,
and falling is my middle name.

When I drop down, again,
with the speed of daylight fading,
I remember my fear of heights,
and why I have it in the first place.

You swing me around, take me places
I never thought I'd see, and especially
not with you.
Places I told myself I would never go again.
Places I didn't know existed but in my mind.
Places I never want to see again.

And all that time,
the whole long swing,
I realise now,
I was up high.
And now I am falling...

I remember the ground below me,
as it hit me like a rock.