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Time to Fly
by Amanda BullingtonI was ready to fly.
I picked up my goggles,
Put on my helmet,
Walked out the door.
Down by the river,
My flight instructor
Waved his arms
To indicate silence.
It was time.
First, the younger kids
Clamored into their jets
Fulfilling their wildest dreams.
They took off, soaring
Through blue skies, doing
Dives, leaps, and bounds.
Then me. I stood to make
Towards my training plane,
Stood still and silent,
Gazing at the sleek wings.
A tear trickled down my
Cheek, the moment was so
Beautiful and perfect.
Then I knew. It was past
My time to fly. Never again
Could I reach the sky with
The agility of the youth
Before me. Never again
Would I be so fearless
To carry out my dreams
Without looking down.
I backed away, gave my
Silent apologies to the
Flight instructor, and
Left my goggles on the
Ground. 12/17/2007 Posted on 12/17/2007
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/18/07 at 05:06 AM Amanda, how sad this is. I think sometimes people leave their childhood behind - completely - just because they are adults. Letting that inner kid come out is so hard for many. Even though we laugh and have dreams, we just can't see ourselves in kid-type activities. Your poem touched me because I see some of myself in these words.
~Chelle~ |
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