Ruminating Ride
A 3,000 mile distance, A six hour plane ride
No place to run but a 4x4 hiding container,
full of generic tampons and cheap toilet paper
Left with nothing but the truth to face
The sorrowful clouds ready to burst, eventually
emitting drops of serenity and colors of gray
Hating the past, and dreading the dismal future
of fake tears and loneliness that lie ahead
Pain, drawn closer with every eager site seen missing
Faith, diminishing faster with every breath released
The runway abruptly marks a new beginning
Hope, rushing back with every holding memory that
once was
Finally, eagerness controls most emotions that
were seemingly disturbed, and past wishes still
have some hope of becoming a reality
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