The triggers are all there
the panic
the horror
the climbing onto a plane’s wheels
thinking you are leaving behind death
and as you ascend
wind buffets you
like life screaming at you
NO
NO
NO
this is not for you
and then
then
the retraction happens
the wind pulls at you
and your fingers rip out
you hardly feel the pain
as you are lifted off
and the freedom you feel
is momentary
the fall is endless
back to the death
the world pushed on to you
Hearts Still Care 