People In Poetry

Run

I just came back from running in what little forest was left next to my house. And goddamn I wish I kept running.

There is a field that separates my house and the forest. It's not a big field but it does give its best. I left an argument between me my mom and dad. I was so sad that I started to pack my singular bag. I got dressed in the worst choice of outfits, hoping that a little rabbit would take me to its cockpit, and fly me away.

Unfortunately that wasn't in my world, and instead my poor vision led my face into a giant web that made me wanna hurl. After a while I gave up and started to walk back, but once my feet stepped foot on that field it made me react. I felt the awful need to run, so I did like someone had shot off a gun. I ran like I was running away from this reality to another, not caring or remembering my sister's and brother. I ran like the road was fading into nothing behind me, to a point I almost shouted with glee.

When I finished the lap my breath was easily swayed, accepting the fact that I'd do this everyday. I had to do the awkward walk past my parents, and found out that there were backward dents all over my legs.

I'm sad I only did one lap, and sad that my lungs couldn't adapt. But now I will run everyday around that green track, more than once, to the point I collapse.

It was so peaceful to run and feel that breeze, getting sentimental at the thought of not scraping my knees. It was so refreshing like I was burning the stains away, like tanning skin on a hot summer day.

Yes, I will do this everyday. And hopefully in some way my life will change, and I'll never have to return to this bay.