Poem #89

I am down on the A1, A high, A wishing
upon a lucky star. Just one of the
many passengers but these miles
aren’t just miles, they are memories left
behind and a whole past broken down
in search of something new to step into,
to step out of the dark.
The night isn’t so scary anymore, I
guess I grew right out of that fear or
I just managed to face what’s lurking
in the dark. I guess I am not who I used
to be and you can find the new me
traveling on the A1, A high, A wishing
upon a lucky star.

5 thoughts on “Poem #89

  1. Amazing flying poem! πŸ™‚
    Give some clarifications. Maybe you go abroad to work?

    1. A post about it will be soon on the blog. Thank you for your interest 😊

  2. Beautiful piece mate βœ”οΈπŸ’―

    1. Thank you 😊

      1. Pleasure always for beautiful stuff mate

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