Nervous tension on the flight; knotted tummy, feeling tight.
Little carts in the aisle; offering service with a smile.
I close my eyes and say a prayer; holding firmly to my chair.
A baby cries up ahead; howling screams, turning red.
Aching muscles, swollen feet; limited room, feeling heat.
Descending soon, almost there; I can’t breathe, choking air.
Fear in my head, doubts in my heart; All these emotions, tearing me apart.
Now we land, touching ground; I jump for joy, without any sound.
I disembark the plane, no longer sad;
Looking back, it wasn’t all bad.
So, when you ask “How was your flight”?
I will say “Oh, it was such a delight”
[dying internally from fear of flights]