In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”
My flight arrived
I could see a glimpse
But could not leave to go
My heart started pounding
My belly started twisting
My nerves could take no more
I closed my eyes and made a wish
And wished myself very
Far away from there
The story of the fresh green apple can be found here:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/02/06/apple-in-my-bag/
Poems and Petals 
If this is a fear of flying poem, I am right there with you. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
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Hi, not a fear of flying, a fear of being held in a foreign land with a blocked passport. Because I paid my customs fine too late!
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I’m usually a fight person, but would probably do the same thing here. Lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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I appreciate how this could be applied to multiple situations. I see it as waiting in the doctor’s office, hoping to leave- but knowing you sometimes can’t. Very Nice!
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Yes, this specific example was being stuck at an airport unable to leave because my passport was blocked 🙂
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