Sat at the airport
Back comes the thought
The strong belief
I’m running away from the grief
Preparing to fly
I hug family goodbye
Feeling their pain
I hold on to some blame
Although it’s well hidden
As for us it’s forbidden
I carry on and depart
Whilst they’re falling apart
They will mask all their troubles
By having some doubles
But their struggles are real
It’s all they can feel
I step off of the plane
To a life that’s more sane
Carry on in my bubble
Forgetting their trouble
Yet deep deep down
I continue to frown
Knowing they’re still in pain
Whilst I’ve left them again.
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Author:
ettolrahc (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have moved abroad with a very successful job and lovely lifestyle. However, I feel guilty as though I am ‘running away’ from the pain my family are going through (unrelated to me).
- Category: Family
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Comments1
That pain may well be with them but you need to get yourself into that better life and in that life you may be able to deal with their pain in a better way.
Andy
Thank you Andy.
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