early morning flight
aisle seat next to a stranger
Through storms of anger
My shields remain intact.
Against bigotry and racist slur
I keep myself together.
With fists of fury
I hold my own, if necessary.
Then, like a shop front window –
I shatter, at your gentle farewell.
Once more I found myself
Wedged into a cycle of regret.
The lessons learned from times past
Eluded me in my time of need –
No witty reply,
No clever riposte
Escaped my gaping mouth…
Until I got home with time to stew –
Mentally running scenarios, and
Creating unspoken witticisms.
One day I’ll be prepared
For the audacity of my fellow man.
It is said; if you wear an ugly face
When the wind changes –
Your face will stay that way.
If the wind changes
While my heart is broken –
Will it stay that way too?
From the west it came
Carrying dust and sandflies.
My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.
I felt I’d never be the same.
This ill wind had blown no good.
To my despair was added discomfort.
Hopes for peace had come up short –
I let myself fall.
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