For hours now, the planes flew low
And persistently overhead.
Their loud, incessant humming
Makes me feel uneasy, filled with dread.
I am an outlaw, running fast on foot
No matter how fast my feet carry me
They are not swift enough.
I race, my heart pounds anxiously
The kind of anxiety I don’t care to recall
The kind that overwhelmed me
When I was enslaved by sin.
I wish I would simply vanish into thin air.
Or, perhaps I could manifest my own wings
And escape from here.