Seat 15C. Airbus 330. San Juan to Charlotte.
quiet. tired. sad. missing puerto rico already.
last look at coconut palms. eyes wet. take-off. ears pop.
smooth ride, constant drone of engine, lulling me to sleep. almost.
wet eyes. what’s this? why? just tired. soul discontent. what’s the meaning of this?
loved the island. turquoise waters, swaying palms, intense sunshine, happy people….
...enough to make me forget. almost. almost.
back to reality. strapping on the busyness. facing what’s real. where do i go from here, Lord?
dealing with the issues. actually talking about them.
trying to think thankful thoughts, to keep from being negative.
but thinking thankful thoughts just makes me cry more,
because i think of my beautiful children,
those i most want to protect from the consequences of my junk.
save me, jesus.
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