I rushed to the gate
Couldn’t miss that plane
It was the only one to take me
Far far away
Physically I stayed put
Mentally I departed
Leaving it all behind
My new life had started
Excited and eager
I strapped in my seat
This was the answer
Surely it had to be
The plane took off
Oh what a thrill
To be soaring and flying
I couldn’t wait until
I reached that new life
The destination unknown
Oh how exciting
Reclaiming a life to own
Turbulence hit
The plane bounced around
Time after time
The wind never died down
The plane got stuck
Up in the sky
Through the jolts and the jabs
It couldn’t get by
So here the plane circles
In a holding pattern
Nowhere to land
No place that matters
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Beartifully done! I think that many of us find ourselves in a holding pattern at one time for another.
Great poem that I too can relate to xo
Atleast we are on the plane together. Love ya queenie.
If you figure out where in the hell this plane is gonna land, would you fill me in?
Wow, I can certainly relate to this! I've been through that enough times in my life. Somehow, though, the plane does find a suitable place to land. If it's not exactly as it should be, it does offer little "hopper" flights to make any necessary adjustments. Trust the pilot and the plane will get there.