First Flight

by Aprilyn Peña

Bare walls, empty closets, packed bags

fifty pounds of who I was

Seven hour drives, eighteen hour flights, forty-eight hours

the agenda to my doom

Cramped seats, no spaces, crying babies, questionable food

tired eyes and eye bags all from lack of sleep

Opened window . . .

Sunrise, sunsets, head up in the clouds, light . . .

Chilled breaths, auburn leaves, October vibes

The first snowfall

I’m Home.

This poem makes me...
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  • Surprised (8%)
  • Feel a Connection (23%)
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