(x = space)
x
x
Escape from Afghanistan
x
I don’t know how it is
To crowd myself
Inside an airplane
I don’t like heights
I don’t like the
Closed-in feeling
x
I don’t know how it is
To climb upon the side
And hope that
The massive vehicle
Will stop
To let me and mine in
x
But this is life
This is escape
This is relief
And so they pack
And so they climb
Something starts moving;
It is the hope
Of leaving
Where we are
To anywhere but here,
Which we think
In the moment
In the crisis
Must be better
x
I might surrender
All my fears
To try for something
That might
Take me through
The filtered sky
Of what has been
My home
Or simply
My assignment
x
C L Couch
x
x
My escape from Afghanistan on a US military plane: ‘It was total chaos’
x
NO EXIT
Photo by Nathan McDine on Unsplash
x
August 20, 2021 at 7:53 pm
Thank you for sharing this fantastic poem about what is happening in the world today. I don’t think any of us can understand what those people are going through, but you expressed it perfectly.
August 20, 2021 at 8:27 pm
Goodness, I’m grateful for your comment. You’re right–if we’re not there, we do not know. But we have to try. I hope you and yours are really well.
August 20, 2021 at 10:50 pm
My heart breaks for them.
August 21, 2021 at 3:06 am
Yes, the attempts to leave are as difficult as they must be terrifying.
August 23, 2021 at 3:33 am
I have no words, but tears.
August 23, 2021 at 10:12 pm
We can only hope that those who must escape shall indeed get away. But every aspect seems fraught with thorough fright, and I’m not sure when it gets better. Maybe when the planes have landed somewhere else.