The Final Countdown

T-3 hours and counting

Body fully parallel to the ground

Almost eerily quiet; no sound

Thoughts come flooding in; they're profound

Of how I'd oft be lost and oft be found

Recollections of cords that had me bound

There was plenty of that to go around

Errors were hammers; my soul to pound

Their residue to this day still hounds

For now allay them on this mound

The others have in teardrops drowned

Where once my smile was I have frowned

But hope and promise now abound

T-20 minutes and holding

Eager to leave the world behind; this earthly blue

The solid sphere of life that we all made of you

A mix of good and bad and false and true

Needing to live and breathe and thrive anew

My mind meanders on someone that I formerly knew

On things that we'd say and things that we'd do

On how it all started and how it was all misconstrued

On where it all led to and how we bid adieu

Emotions still mixed and linger in different hues

I'm spent with the sight of these old, familiar views

Imagining the fresh, inspiring, untainted queues

And perhaps sip, savor, take in pristine brews

T-20 minutes and counting

What would newness feel like to one who's been so stranded?

Would it be exactly what the soul yearned for, demanded?

Would a change in terra firma be to me readily handed?

Eager for a sensual overload once we've landed

I hope I have kept aligned to all that's been commanded

Every truth of patience, perseverance firmly planted

And yet just bracing for times where I'll be reprimanded

Stay low and go slow, I will remain candid

No turning back now; my life, my soul's been branded

My decision to pursue this course has been frequently slanted

At other times, my choices regarded with speech backhanded

But none of that ever worked; only His plan did

T-9 minutes and holding

Edgy and on the edge of my seat

I'll say this again; I will repeat:

These minutes will make my life complete

Declaring what once was held discreet

All that came before were lessons sweet

Pungent scents and bitter tastes retreat

Sharpened words intended to mistreat

They have now been rendered obsolete

At this point there's no need to compete

My destiny has been made concrete

I'm looking forward to meet and greet

The places I will touch with my feet

T-9 minutes and counting

I close my eyes

And think some more

I pace my breaths

And silence my core

I think about

What else is in store

I then look up

Let's go explore

T-5 minutes and counting

I'm a ball of nerves

Jittery, excited

No longer attached

Elated, delighted

I'm joining the banquet

I have been invited

I'm ready for lift off

My senses ignited

T-10 seconds and counting

My ultimate playlist:

CHECK

My Foremans, my Tedders,

my Arandas in tow

My most preferred clothes:

CHECK

Some brown-colored sweaters

and blues in a row

My favorite movies:

CHECK

The Marvels, the Star Wars,

Netflix and Jon Snow

My arts and crafts knickknacks:

CHECK

For cross-stitching, scrapbooking,

and coloring crows

T-0 seconds

Oh, God!

This is it!

See you soon,

you far distant twit!

Fare thee well,

you somber, sullen pit!

I am so glad

that I did not quit!

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Today's writing prompt was called The Rocket-ship. The challenge was to write about a spaceship on its way to the moon or a distant galaxy far, far, away. I kind of took some liberty with it and instead wrote about how I would feel leaving the planet for a new, far away one. ;)