Falling Up
The horizon faded.
The ailerons, jaded.
The winds blew
fast and through.
The comms whirred.
Myself, concerned.
I clutched the yoke
and heard a croak.
Time halted.
The propeller, exhausted.
The engine had stalled
and I was thralled.
The winds gave a fight.
I pitched down more than slight.
and went out of sight.
I emerged from the clouds.
From the heavens, my engine roared loud.
I glided into the light.
For this was a flight
against my fright.
This poem is about:
Me
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