Poem -

How to handle turbulance

How to handle turbulance

Up and down drifting to the right, then back down

I’m so scared sitting in a plane

at the mercy of the sky

I can never handle turbulence;

always feel I’m about to die

Nothing I can do but to hold on;

And face my demons head on

I’m a man..I have to pull myself together

But my thoughts put doubt in me...

Is keeping me alive really God’s goal for me?

With all my imperfection;

He may have to let me die to save my soul

Moving in the air feeling like a butterfly sometimes

Feeling like I’m going to hit the ground sometimes

I’m scared sitting in this plane

at the mercy of the sky

I can never handle turbulence;

always feel I’m going to crash

I’m a man...have to pull myself together

Lightening flashing; Mother Nature’s angry at me

I can hear her shouting in the thunder.

.I know she’s looking for my sorry ass again;

... and I got no place to run and hide this time

I’m scared and losing mind;

at the mercy of the sky

I can never handle turbulence;

always feel I’m going to crash

 Nothing I can really do but I'm holding on

until it passes

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