Falling Up

The horizon faded.

The ailerons, jaded. 


The winds blew

fast and through. 


The comms whirred.

Myself, concerned.


I clutched the yoke

and heard a croak.


Time halted.

The propeller, exhausted.


The engine had stalled

and I was thralled.


The winds gave a fight.

I pitched down more than slight.

and went out of sight.


I emerged from the clouds.

From the heavens, my engine roared loud. 


I glided into the light.

For this was a flight

against my fright.




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