Monkey Bars

 You were like a monkey bar and I held on.
It was fun at first
my feet dangling high above the ground,
but then blisters formed,
and my pale hands,
they started to sweat;
I started to slip
but kept my grip
refusing to look down.
I adjusted my hands
trying to hold on
to something that was holding back.

 - Written by me of corse
I don't know how much I love this one but it just kinda came to me so why not write it out?
Hugs from Hayley