Airplanes
I packed my bags
and got on the plane
the same plane
that had carted me across the world
five years prior
I thought my childhood was ending then
ripping me away from what was familiar
but my childhood continued on
carefree
warm
sunny
new roots took hold
As the wheels of the airplane went up
I knew this was the end
back to America
back to the real world
on to high school
college
life
begins here
This poem is about:
Me
My community