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Sep 2014
I know something
that you don't.
not a secret,
an experience
that you missed
well...
that you narrowly avoided
You know the gist, the facts,
but you don't know.

If you missed the taxi
and missed the plane
and the plane crashed
there would be relief,
but the disaster was
only in my mind.
Shot down, holes blasted,
things blown away
and people screamed.

I knew it was going down
but stayed in my seat.
Not afraid,
not like you.
I am both weak and strong
through this
knowing this
going down
only...
to be rescued in the water.
You will see me again
when I am home.
Written by
Renee Betlehem
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