Gliding through the clouds

***Yes this is a story,a short one, if anyone has any issuses with the posting of a story then tell me, but i apply the same thought and such to stories as i do to poems, so i like to think of them on the same level***
Gliding through the clouds

The darkness pierced a thousand times, as diamonds speckling in the light, stretch as far as the hills; The sight from far up amidst the clouds.

She is far from home, on a journey. "Go south her mother's words echo; you shall be safe down south"
That was long ago now. How long? How long indeed, for what is time to those who have nothing to do, nothing left; nothing to time.

Home, how the word stung her heart, she had a home, once. For now where was her home, at the end of her journey? When she touches down will she have a home in the south?

Snapping back! Back to the present, she is shaken turbulence rocks her body. She knows it is churning air, yet she can't help but feel she is the sole target of this attack. Those around her are calm; they've been through this many times before; Veterans of this long haul flight. But this is her first time going international for anything more than a city to city.

Truthfully she is scared, worried, distressed for it is something more than anything she has ever done before. Moving home was a constant affair, but this? This is something more, could she be accepted in a new country? Would she fit in? Could she adapt to the food? The way of life, of what life? So many questions, so few answers.

She turns to those beside her, but they do not look to her, her questions fall deaf on their ears. They have more important thoughts than to pay attention to this child, and so she stays in place, quiet, thoughtful and ignored.

She knows she shouldn't be here, with them on this flight. She is too young, no one checked on her, mother snuck her in, pretended she was on the flight then let her daughter go in her place. Now she flies, away from her life, to a new one she hopes, away from all the fear, the danger and the threats.

Now she flies on, in the darkness, the lights of the cities now behind her. Down below very little is visible, but she knows it won't be long before they are passing over Africa. Then she knows she will almost be there.

However, she can't do this, pains in her chest well up, feelings and emotions suppressed for years torn to the surface, a raw nerve, and the heartaches.
The pains grow, how can she do this? Leave it all behind? Her parents, her siblings, the coast of her childhood, the coast of her life! Could she find that down here?

And now she's falling, through her mind, through her soul. Ripped through, like a knife through paper, her life, not what it once was for she knows she is dying, falling, plummeting.
It's a long way through her mind, through her soul, the ground is rushing up to meet her, the sea its water quenching her soul, reaching up and with a splash dragging her down, down to her death.

Yet the flock of Swallows fly on, the flock didn't see her fall, didn't see her crash, to them she wasn't there at all! So on they fly, all the time, Gliding through the clouds.