Bloom.

To Be Aboard This Flight

Angry phone calls
Thin walls
Yelling and tears
Facing your fears
I do not know
If I am to grow
From this pain
From this vain
But it is there
Coursing through my hair
My shaky hands
Hoping that this plane will land
Because I do not want to be aboard this flight
This flight that I want to stay and fight
Because this flight pulls my roots out of the ground
And I cannot grow because I cannot be found
Amidst this disease that morphs and glows
Because it becomes more than you know
It becomes your heart, your soul
It becomes those tears, those fears
Those calls and those thin walls
And those very, very, long nights
I do not want to be aboard this flight.