Final draft slam poem

Fly away  Michaela Courtney  April 1st, 2014

I am standing on the edge of the world

Face towards the ocean

Back towards the life that I have built

41,105,000 square miles of Atlantic water in front of me

Eyes closed

toes digging into the cool wet sand

blue waves licking at my feet 

then quickly receding back to their massive safe house

my arms are spread out

like a bird ready to take off

Ready to jump out of the nest and fly

fly until the rooftops and cars disappear from view 

fly until I break out of the atmosphere

fly through galaxies past stars
back to the time when mermaids sang 
they still do but I cant remember where to find them
blinded by the dark turbulence that is pushing me into reality

I take off late at night

sneaking out so no one follows me 

this is my spot 

my time
My white sundress blowing out behind me

My salty hair sticks to the back of my neck

glued to my skin with humidity and sweat

the sun sinks low into the sky

the deep orange glow illuminating everything it can grasp

like a dying man reaching for his final gasps of air

so that his last words can mean something


The truth is I am trying to get away
Away from the pressures of growing up
finding my path
trying to stay happy
when the things that make me happy make my parents anxious
but the life my parents want for me gives me anxiety


My thoughts are carried away with the breeze

like my tangly hair flying in the wind

I am all alone

nothing else matters