plane
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Three, two, one...
I dive straight in, and I hear
the commotion and clouds of confetti,
I come up in a new year.
Seat belt, please -
Anxiety, nervousness,
I ponder my thoughts as hours fly by
remembering what use to be our pastime.
A game that brought us close together,
a bowler and batsman eternally, forever.
Disregard for mother's intuition,
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
Im used to these shaky take-offs
Because new beginnings are never smooth
Probably because I force these chapters
to end too soon.
As I break the layers of the sky
it all becomes a plane
The world drops out from below and my head lifts into the clouds
To float like it has for all my life,
Only this time it is for real.
I am from plane rides at a week old,
from always knowing there was something
special about my family.
I am from always knowing I was adopted.
