plane
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Three, two, one...
I dive straight in, and I hear
the commotion and clouds of confetti,
I come up in a new year.
Seat belt, please -
Anxiety, nervousness,
I ponder my thoughts as hours fly by
remembering what use to be our pastime.
A game that brought us close together,
a bowler and batsman eternally, forever.
Disregard for mother's intuition,
(I would step outside before looking in)
In the end you will find
Only the witness as he stands
Open, bare to the world
Among it, of it, a part
And the whole of each and every
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
Im used to these shaky take-offs
Because new beginnings are never smooth
Probably because I force these chapters
to end too soon.
As I break the layers of the sky
it all becomes a plane
The world drops out from below and my head lifts into the clouds
To float like it has for all my life,
Only this time it is for real.
I am from plane rides at a week old,
from always knowing there was something
special about my family.
I am from always knowing I was adopted.
