Flight RiskA Poem by Mackenzie KnitterMy journey of being a flight risk to being grounded. My boyfriend and I are moving in together, and I had to calm the f**k down by writing this poem.
Loving me is a risk,
As you think about me, your love strong and brisk, I am thinking of ways to fly, for I feel safer way up high And before we're done, before i'm gone, you, I already miss.
My heart screams to stay, but my brain must flee, Before I panic and spray debris, Because in the past, the more I relax The more in danger I'll be. For I've been hurt before, The kind of hurt that leaves you on the floor Body screaming that it can take no more, As I fight for a single breath. I overthink and in a second I'm gone, soaring in the sky, People think I'm nice because I'm shy, But really, I'm running from my own lies. And when I land, I find you at the terminal, remarkably waiting for me? You grab my bag and take my hand and, without accepting apologies, You take me home, and when we're alone, you lie down and just hold me. We go through this many times, as I struggle to understand How anyone can love me enough to withstand The pressure and stress That comes with being long distance although we lay chest to chest. For I was always the distant one, hesitant to share, But you were always there, listening, your lips pressed to my hair As we laughed, cried, and sang without a care, As I came to the realization that I had been repaired. I will never be fully normal, I still get the urge to run from things informal, But time and time again I find myself running to you, and the truth, Instead of assuming the worst, reducing my worth and tarnishing my youth. So I thank you, my love, for now I am grounded, I am safe now, no longer hounded By my own mind, my own thoughts I am finally free, To live the life that you've waited so long to share with me. © 2016 Mackenzie KnitterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMackenzie KnitterBurnaby, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CanadaAboutI just love to write and get my feelings out :) more..Writing
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