Not tactfully and not gently
The instructor shook his head, and without looking at me said
"You don't trust yourself"
I was horrified
Feeling as though I'd somehow been found out
Like he knew me
How weak I was
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words
For me, they held a deeper meaning
I didn't trust myself
Not just 25, 000 feet above the coast of Malibu
But with anything
And I didn't trust you
I could've said something but I was quiet
Because pilots aren't like poets
They don't make metaphors between life and the sky