She was here for us everyday
But we forgot to ask
What she was running from
We forgot that she was human too
Not just our shoulder to cry or
Or our therapist to rely on
We forgot she needed us too
We didn't notice her
When she cried behind her perfect smile
And eyes that showed no pain
We didn't notice her
Till she became a memory to be buried within.
And we didn't reply in time
And then came a day
When she wasn't present
To make it all okay
She was already running
Away
She wanted to change the world
Do a little good in her life
But it took her away instead
And the goodness I took for granted
Left
She gave away all her love
Left herself none
And when she wanted help
People ignored her signs
And called her funny instead.
She wanted only a hand to hold
For somebody to grab her
When she plunged into the water below
Somebody to whisper
"Don't worry
I am going to be with you forever."
Dreptomani
Well, that´s all I ever wanted
Running away from what
Atelophobia
The Atelophobia that i own to myself
My dreams staffed in a shelf
Pleasing myself is my only wealth
Taking action in perfect stealth
Amathophobia
Cant handle my dreams becoming dust
Distractions and falling for lust
I hope I don't look back
And say ¨what a disgust¨
Reminding myself to trust
And Love the process and just
Breath as the mauvais fade into the rust
Habromania
Now honestly I´d rather die
Happiness is an illusion
Or maybe I am living in a confusion
One day when I get a taste of it
I will make a conclusion
One day I will feel it in profusion.
Maybe belonging
Isn't about
Finding something
Maybe sometimes
It's about
Being found.
we ran away
each riding on our tricycle....
switched all the way home
privet hedge limbs
have so many uses....
red streaks on my legs
the ride back home
took so much longer....
crying and pedaling
when I think of running away from home
what do I want to take?
a little food would be good
peanut butter and crackers for sure
I put them into my backpack
do I need my jewelry? Not really.
Two t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some long pants
Maybe one nightie
Tennis shoes and socks, but no dress shoes
two credit cards, and three hundred dollars cash.
cell phone, insurance card, car key, a pillow and blanket
copy of my resume’, notebook, pen
I open the car door and my three dogs jump inside.
I go back into the house to get three more pillows and dog food.
when I think of running away from home
what do I want to take?
a little food would be good
peanut butter and crackers for sure
I put them into my backpack
do I need my jewelry? Not really.
Two t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some long pants
Maybe one nightie
Tennis shoes and socks, but no dress shoes
two credit cards, and three hundred dollars cash.
cell phone, insurance card, car key, a pillow and blanket
copy of my resume’, notebook, pen
I open the car door and my three dogs jump inside.
I go back into the house to get three more pillows and dog food.
I am running away the four-year-old told his parents.
Take some clothes, his father urged him.
Better take your piggy bank, said his sister.
Would you like a sandwich? Asked his mother.
He said he did not need any of that stuff.
He was only taking one thing, his puppy, Ralph.
Ralph happily followed him to the gate.
Where they sat for a bit, staring at the neighbors.
If they went to the left, there was a loud barking dog.
The people living to the right had a mean cat.
A car honked and their neighbor waved at them.
The four-year-old asked, “had enough?” and they returned home.
When I was a kid, I wanted to run away.
As if running away, would be fun.
Like running through clouds,
And the clouds are happy.
My mom scolded me,
But it was all fun, and make believe.
I just turned 17.
I just got my license.
And the car is glaring in the sun.
Singing songs on that radio.
That were sad.
Driving slowly,
So I can come home a little late.
When I was 17, I wanted to run away.
Like running through the clouds.
As if the clouds would hide me.
I never told them that.
Or else they might take my car away.
I never told them that.
Or else they might pack my bag for me.
the mornings light
before me lies
dawn does break
in eastern sky
and I know not
what in the day
what I shall do
stay or go away
a distant path
does call to me
to places that
I might be
and do the things
that I do not know
and learn the things
that I might know
and yet the fear
of what might be
what I might find
and I might be
but yet to stay
so simple be
no need to learn
no need to try
and yet but here
the night I’ve spent
had not sweet dreams
but nightmares here
and yet perhaps
in light of day
perhaps might I
new things find
perhaps if I
but only stay
somehow today
might better be
yet distant roads
places far away
somehow yet still
does call to me
perhaps this night
is what I flee
perhaps the darkness
will fade away
and distant lands
if traveled to
will still at night
find nightmares there
perhaps the call
to run away
a siren’s call
to ruin be
so here I am
awaiting the dawn
perhaps this day
I’m running away
to unearth consolation.
My knees - my bindle,
carried to the ground.
To unearth consolation,
I’ve traveled so far, so near.
Carried to the ground -
all my trepidation and loss.
I’ve traveled, so far, so near
to the presence of Christ.
All my trepidation and loss
laid down at the foot of the cross.
To the presence of Christ -
my knees. My bindle
laid down at the foot of the cross.
Yes! I'm running away.
8/9/2022
Modern non-rhyming Pantoum
Running away
Running away
They couldn’t make her stay
Further and further into the woods
Why didn’t she stop like she should
Time went by fast
She stopped at last
She was scared
She was in the middle of no where
She realized that day
Never run away from fear
Running away
Running away
They couldn’t make her stay
Further and further into the woods
Why didn’t she stop like she should
Time went by fast
She stopped at last
She was scared
She was in the middle of no where
She realized that day
Never run away from fear
Did you ever feel like running away
From the place you stay
Having a rest
To be at your best
Put on a new identity
From which to choose there is plenty
You could hide behind this
That thought lets not dismiss
Where to go
Its hard to know
What to choose
Ideas a plenty
Suggestion box is certainly not empty
Create new memories
Try new things
Have some fun
All this while on the run
Do I go
Do I stay
In truth all of us everyday
Run away
In our heads or physically
It can be hours or momentarily
Sometimes we just need the break from reality
To recharge our battery
How hard is the letting go when it’s all you know
Shadows under ice
One
Wrong
Step
Cracks become fissures to fall through
Shadow black eyes
No
Sleep
Tonight
Dark steps pacing in the shadow-land
Despair a choke-hold
Run
Let
Go
Indecisive Running Away Man I Am!
Always running away to and from
anything and everything
anyone and everyone in which I
indecisively not knowing what to do or even where ever to go in order
to find solace and acceptance by others and especially myself
adapting to but still struggling with having only solace in solitude for now
never actually solving my problems
instead keeping my mind occupied on other things
running away and restarting my life every two to three years is my only solution
in hopes of finding finding sustainability and balance in everything and especially myself
It's a vicious endless circular cycle
working a decent paying job
then getting fed up with it
quitting and running away again
my life has been and still is a never-ending running away from everything and anything
that I disagree with or get fed up with every since I joined and left the United States of America's Navy!
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