By: Sarah Gamutan.

What do you want to do with life?. Doesn’t make any sense. What do I really want from my life?

I had an experience the other day that made me pose the above question to myself. Not a particularly bad experience but one that made me think of my past and what if I hadn’t left the service, this poem below is the result of that question..

A poem about the different meanings of swinging, the restrictions on how we see the world because of who we are, and some personal reflective feelings based on those types of "swinging".

Rice Krispies talk, but not in words. But what would you ask them if you knew they would answer?

A poem of my own struggle.