Stuck

I'm the kid

at the top of the slide

windy hair, sunshine smile

careless twinkle in my eye

confident, anxious

swinging down willingly

into the twisted unknown

knowing full well

those at the bottom

won't find me.

Holding tense,

pushing

against the sides

trapping me inside

blissfully

happily

uncomfortable

but aware

confident, even

I may

or may not

ever come out

the other side