ask a flight attendant why she choose this career, she'll tell you it's because she loves to travel.
ask a flight attendant why she moved away to another city for her job, she'll tell you it's because there are better opportunities for jobs in that area.
ask a flight attendant why she sighs when she hears that her destination is her home town, she'll tell you it's because she likes to travel to new places and she's been there many times before.
ask a flight attendant why she wishes she could do longer layovers, she'll tell you it's her favourite country.
ask a flight attendant why she doesn't mind not being able to start her own family, she'll tell you that she wants to start one later in life.
ask a flight attendant why she doesn't mind missing christmas and her mothers birthday, she'll tell you that they are also busy people.
ask a flight attendant why she's not afraid of the planes engines going out, she'll tell you its her job and she wouldn't be doing this if it was dangerous.
you'll ask a flight attendant why, she'll tell you an answer you'd expect to here.
but if you look in her heart, you'll understand the truth.
you'll understand that her home never loved her, that she's been planning her exit for years.
you'll understand that being a flight attendant let's her get away from all her pain.
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Author:
nessa (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i am a flight attendant, and majority of the people around me seem to feel this way. i can understand it, i never really thought about it before but i also crave to get away from the awful town i grew up in.
- Category: Sad
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There is so much positive in your lines stemming from sadness. Having a job you love can open all sorts of avenues.The outlook looks good. I enjoyed reading you this morning.
A view from the trenches - feels authentic and I've never much thought about it before (too busy admiring your, uh, grace I suppose...😄).
Thanks for your revelatory insights.
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