As a young child it was
very fun and imaginative playing with
toy planes and zooming them around the house.
But I then began to see planes crashes
on t.v.
It would then become a fear
that I've never had before.
As I got older
dreams became bigger than fears.
I wanted to visit every country
and visit every state.
It would be the most crucial sacrifice
that I would have to make.
My first flight to Atlanta.
Silence touched me the first time
that I stepped near the door,
of a dream like heaven for many.
I then prayed with happiness and fear.
This satisfied my fear!
And I really thought that my friends phrase,
'Flying is better than driving', would fool me.
I began to think!
A man made machine
that has no control
over its
engine of heart,
its wings of support,
and guidance of numerous
numbers and objects.
Which is all in a pilots hands.
I have overcome
this fear of planes.
But
I still weigh my options.
Shall I
drive, walk, or fly?
Ranis Thomas III
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flightaphobia/
