Flight
Waiting
That's the worst part
Or so I've heard
I think it might be
My stomach is a pit of butterflies
Falling
The ground rushes to meet me
I dare not close my eyes
But I clamp my jaw tight
So the screams in my head
Can't escape into my mouth
Flying
Whoosh!
The wind whips my hair behind me
My arms are wings
That belong to an eagle
Trees are a blur
And all the concerns of the ground
Are suddenly as insignificant
As mice
Stopping
No!
Just a few more seconds
I'm not done yet!
I cry,
Even though it does no good
Waiting
For the operators to push large ladders
To the bouncing strings of wire
So I can come down
Only to climb up again
Waiting is definitely the worst
This poem is about:
Me