First Flight

A poem about a lonely and abused girl leaving home in the morning.

two black eyes are closer

to one another

the closer they are

the farther the world seems

teardrops are useless

under thick mascara purple make-up

many other dark rings are hiding

the two eyes blink dry at once

hoping no one will notice

the more they blink

the emptier the waiting room

 

two other girls are shoulder to shoulder

crying their troubles with true tears

the lonely girl looks at them so clearly

wondering if they are noticing her

tightening her dress belt

weighing the heavy suitcase after a sleepless night

before the long distance plane race

a slight dizziness it’s the sign morning is there

and she is lucky to see perfectly

heeding to the announcements

so hard to hear by those with wide opened eyes

 

either silence or carelessness or teardrops

personal

hidden under make-up 

or under a rain of words

the deeper they are hidden

the heavier to pass them

between the others

from one customs area to another

Don't cry out loud