Run Away

This poem is how I feel today. This is how I’ve felt all week. And though I can’t run away or get in my car and drive forever without knowing where I’m going, and though I can’t escape my own life or pretend to be someone else, it doesn’t mean that I don’t wish I could, even just for the weekend. I also know everyone out there has felt this way at some point or another, feel utter shame or sadness or overwhelmed or trapped in your own life. I’m comforted to know I’m not alone in that. I feel strong that I can admit I feel this way and I’m thankful I can use poetry to work through it.