Thoughts in Tangles

In the airport's bustling hive,   Amidst the rush of lives entwined,   Stood I, with courage as my guide,   Leila Khaled, with purpose aligned. Boarding the vessel bound for flight,   A silent vow within my heart,   To challenge darkness with my might,   And play my destined, daring part. Seated 'mongst the passengers, still,   I felt the stirring of the hour,   A moment ripe, a silent thrill,   To wield defiance as my power. Rising, with resolve unswayed,   A pistol grasped within my hand,   I spoke, in tones both firm and staid,   A message to the trembling band: "Attention, all who dwell in flight,   This moment marks a shift profound,   For here, beneath the starry night,   Our voices shall with courage sound." In that suspended, breathless space,   Where time and destiny collide,   We soared beyond the norms of place,   Upon the wings of daring pride. Through night's embrace and morning's gleam,   We journeyed on, undaunted, free,   A testament to hope