Poem -
Making a Star
Sitting in the darkness
Thirty thousand feet in the air
Fear surrounding me
Taunting like a heartless bully
Holding up before my eyes
All my failures and insecurities;
Till my patience reached an end
And I turned them all into fireflies
Held them one by one in my hand
Released them to the night season
Where they came together
And explored like a super nova
Rising to the atmosphere
When once surrounded by darkness
Now suddenly I could see my way clear
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Very touching...I could actually feel the meaning of your words...well written
Brayland, thank you so much for comment, love hearing from you my friend....looking forward
"Released them to the night season.."...........awesome phrase bro............this, my friend.........is a VERY interesting write..........."Now suddenly I could see my way clear.."..........I think I like it because of it's poetic timber and openness to interpretation...........but, unless you're playing God in this piece..........I am so lost...........I wish you'd school me.............because I'm dying for you to tell me where this came from...........I can go into a LOT of stuff about physics here..........but somehow I don't think that that's where this is coming from..........but hey I'm just a guy trying to figure stuff out...........anyway..........I know you're busy now.........but I'd love it if you gave me the inside scoop some day............miss you bro............later........T xo
T, you're the best, just saying....lol, I have this pet peeve about time;  I find  being busy stressful, and avoid busyness like a rash;  at least a few hours most days if I can....I love your question by the way....I have this fear of heights; it's embarrassing to be truthful, so flying in a plane has always been traumatic for me....a friend of mine suggested that I go parachuting to get over the fear, but we'll see; not sure if that will work..... now I do find myself on a plane a few times, but each time my imagination takes over if turbulence occures; I've been known to sit frozen in my seat, as kids run around the plane, wish I was kidding, I do have a few other fears as well but flying and heights are bad....now in this write I thought about fireflies, and coming from Trinidad, these things have always been magical, to me anyway; I used to stare at them for hours; they emptied my mind somehow.....now in this poem I saw this man sitting in a plane, having no control of anything 30 thousand with all his fears, so what he does is go back to basics; what brings comfort; fireflies; he loses himself in the magic of fireflies just to help him take away the fears, and low and behold it works for him....not to much else behind it really.....poems sometimes come in flashes as my mind gets over-whelmed with things I can't deal with; perhaps it's a coping device; like a runner running or singer singing, not really sure how it works, but it's mostly visual.....not sure where the spark came from with this particular write, I must have been having a really bad day, I can't remember; poetry takes it all away.....hope I answered the question, at least somewhat....  Â
Dude....do you know how many times I've thought of that Twilight Zone episode with Bill shatner? Almost every time I get on a damn plane, lol....nobody does unnecessary over-acting melo drama better than my fellow Canuck; the man is a master, and I often times think of the Gremlin messing with the engine; how was it that the most paranoid man in the whole f....universe was the only one seeing the thing? I have to watch that episode again, lol ....Tostadas sounds amazing, I just went on a little plumbing related job, and had myself a Beef Shwarma; omg! comfort oh comfort; I'll use the experience next time I'm in a plane, lol...very groovy bro...tonight my friend Carib won't be with me, I'm flying solo....cheers Eddie