Airplanes

Thu, 05/02/2019 - 13:53 -- ntlia

I packed my bags

and got on the plane

the same plane

that had carted me across the world

five years prior

 

I thought my childhood was ending then

ripping me away from what was familiar

but my childhood continued on

carefree

warm

sunny

new roots took hold

 

As the wheels of the airplane went up

I knew this was the end

back to America

back to the real world

on to high school

college

life

begins here

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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