the doors swing open
walking in, feet kiss the newly-polished floor and
the smell of cold air and new beginnings hits the back of your head like a sense of déjà vu
look around, cast your eyes upon the footsteps of those left and leaving
the man in the corner with the worn-out boots
the lady in the queue with the Dior overcoat
the girl in the line with invisible hurt
the boy in the entrance, cheeks still stinging with the consequence of too much whisky
pull your suitcase behind you, and don't block the way - regardless of the skeletons you're carrying and the tears you've stored
look out the window - there's your plane
there's your plane
there's your flight to home
there's your chance of starting anew with nothing but memories to hold you back
get your passport and boarding pass ready
don't be scared, don't hesitate
the ink on that little slip of paper has the potential to write the words in your new chapters so
it's time to leave the past in the past - bloody eyes, broken glass, torn satin, ripped sanities
it's time to leave all that behind and take the first steps on the carpet to your plane
why do you let the ghosts hold you back?
you're standing at the tarmac doorway of the world
the watercolour sun is rising on a cotton sky, spilling glow, pink-purple-orange -
as will the horizon on your story
don't turn back yet
you have yet
one more flight
YOU ARE READING
poetry oneshots
Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
