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A Fear of Flights

by Delilah Coyne

Her stomach boils
at the thought
of flying over cities
and tiny spots of light.

No excitement.
No anticipation.
Just a strangling
fear of flying.

The destination calls
with the promise of
unfulfilled dreams...
new experiences...
the unknown.

But a shadow of
the fear of plummetting
wags it's gnarled finger
in her face
at merely the thought
of boarding.

No destination calls
louder than the
fear can wail.


Author's Note: I just can't do it. I backed out of a trip to New York today because the thought of flying has got me more worried than I can ever remember being.

Posted on 08/10/2006
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 08/10/06 at 07:03 PM

In sometimes scary times, like today if flying from Britain to the U.S., it's certainly not unique to be afraid. I haven't flown in a couple of years and then it had been many, so I was kind of nervous. Hope I won't be when the chance comes. Makes you want to lie low, doesn't it? Good luck with it, very good poem and timely.

Posted by Christel Crews on 08/12/06 at 12:16 AM

wow! what a great description of a fear held by many, especially right now! i hate flying too!! though they say its the safest way to travel.. go figure

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