Our fates are sometimes crappy—the flight was canceled, same as our moods. Wishing my attitude was more whimsical; I could only trash-talk my situation. My boarding pass dangling from my hand made me suffer in silence. I would leap at the chance to get an earlier flight, but I had to be satisfied with the songs in my ear to drown out my disappointment from the storm that created this situation in Dallas. So, I started writing poetry, hoping that would grant me some peace from the anxiety whirring around me that this trip had caused me. I be clicking.
***Based on a true story from today. lol
I Write Her 