Rising Above

January 10, 2012
Weighing more than a thousand pounds,
Two engines roaring on your sides
My face morphs into a scowl as I pass through the gateway.

I grip the armchair with anticipation of takeoff,
While my brother laughs at my wariness
We approach the runway slowly
Dragging out my nightmare.

Speed pushes me back into my chair
My teeth clenching together
As if clenching them would save me from a disaster happening.

As the plane steadies,
My shoulders tighten and rise,
Not prepared to relax just yet.

After hours of fidgeting and hair-pulling
We finally descend
This is my favorite part
As I see the ground appear closer, I rise.





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fantoday said...
Jan. 16, 2012 at 8:24 am
Great use of imagery
 
Syracuse said...
Jan. 15, 2012 at 8:33 pm
I am always afraid of flying too! I can totally relate to your feelings in this poem!
 
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