Runaway

If I could run away
Leave my battered crocs from 3 years ago
Crumpled at the ornate stone doorstep
Feel the prickling grass and the occasional
Sharp stick and stone on the scarred
Soles of my runaway feet

If I could fly away
Sprout wings like the fuzzy robin that was
Abandoned when I naively poured hot chocolate on it
Yet I would soar uninterrupted through the
Ether and rest on thrones of magic clouds caressing
The cotton with my flyaway arms

If I could swim away
Bear the mermaid tale from my old
Halloween costume that rises to reality and
Lose my worries in bubbles that pop behind me as I
Only float forward into the blissful blue splashing the
Whole of my swimaway legs

If I could fight to stay
Rile up an ounce of courage like all of the
Heroes that I am not and do the right thing and
Make a change in the present rather than
Escaping reality with a faulty conscience and
The reality of my runaway self