Bottle Rockets Poem by Kewayne Wadley

This morning I read the paper.
And in big bold print it read
THE WORLD IS GOING TO END.
I retraced my steps grabbing the keys to my rocket.
I had no clue where I was going
Or what to expect.
If I even had enough fuel to make it where I was going.
Anything is better than nothing.
Have I truly lived,
Blasting through the atmosphere
Facing my fear head on
Climbing attitudes I've only seen in dreams.
I was scared at first
The turbulence was tremendous
Surrounded by an endless array of stars.
The moon seemed too mundane
Striding past the stars
Searching for a place to belong.
You came into my life at a chaotic time
But I'm glad you chose to stay.
Rescuing me from myself
All this time I've searched for a place to belong
When there was one all along
Standing here, day dreaming about the wrapping on this package of
Bottle rockets