The engine roared and pushed me forward. Picking up speed the fuel spitting into a fire that turned giant fans and forced air to combust. The wings twist and the plane takes to the morning sky.
I fly away from Boston onto the land of my ancestors. Not home, but where I'm from. As i climb higher into the sky i know that I'm leaving her. Maybe never to feel her touch again. A part of me is crushed, a crack has formed. It was only a short time but I feel something deep in me wanting to know where it could of gone. Was it the start of something I've not felt in such a very long time. I could feel the walls falling. Breaking into dust. But now they return. A hardening of will and focus. Not allowing anything in. A hard shell cocooning me from the world. Protecting my soul from any gash that would shatter me into a thousand pieces. That same wall makes me numb however. Blocks my senses to what could be. I feel maybe I'm on the wrong path. Lost in a forest that seemed like home only a week ago.
I feel a lose of power as well. Clouds now loom over my head. The crackling of thunder I can feel in the distance. I must keep moving. Keep away from the storm. With my eyes forward I keep focus to the future. My mind keeps pulling me back but.
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