Poem 1

The desire to leave.
The desire to escape.
The desire to turn and never look back.
Rev the engine. Unsure of the mechanics,
but that is of no concern.
One word. Go.
Feel the wheels spin faster and faster,
spinning time out of importance.
Any more speed would lead to flight.
Up and away.
Arms feel the urge to spread,
but letting go could lead to destruction.
A collapse of hope.
But with wind whipped hair and stinging eyes,
destruction appears impossible.
Release. Embrace the fear.
of
Flying
and
Falling.