Airbound
Airbound
The wind tunnel roars,
A deafening noise,
The smoke leaves trails of
Streamlined elegance.
Undisturbed,pristine,
And yet all that my mind,
Manages to perceive is
A tempest.
An unmistakable trace
Of fear.
A familiar numbness that clasps at
my throat,
At my ignorance
Of things I will never learn.
A melancholic ache
For what
I will never see beauty in.
And yet for now
I'll learn a string of Greek letters,
The proofs of equations that would
never,
Prove a thing to me.
At four through the wee
One morning, just before an exam
I'll sit and wonder
For how long I'll have to pretend
To understand
And yet never really know
How lift affects drag
And let that drag me down.
And have yet another talk
With my dad about
A new re-entry vehicle,
Just hoping to feel that
Unexpressed pride in his voice.
And yet that
would never be me.
Just a budding figment of something
I've never wanted to be.
And yet with a strengthened vow
To never let go of my dream,
Day after day, I will cease not
To walk past.
For I do see a day
When my tempest has subdued
And my sail is afoot
In calm waters.
And that day even as tears streamline
across my face,
I will smile undaunted,
Star-struck...
Airbound!