Run Poem by Tara Hills

Run



I want to run

I want to run
Barefoot
Through endless fields
Warmed by the sun

I want to run
Up
And down
Wooden stairs
Older than I am

I want to run
Hidden
Along paths
Obscured by trees

I want to run
Splash
Through puddles
With mud stained feet

I want to run
Away
From the Hustle
And Bustle

I want to run
But
There's more to it
Than that

You see
I want
To dance
And fly
And laugh
And love

I want
To dream
And climb
And cross
And swim

I want to run
Straight
Out
Into the field

And never
Come
Back

I want to run

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is fairly self-explanatory. It doesn't hide what it is, or what it means, it is what it is. Sometimes people just feel trapped, and they just want to run, to be free. I've always been the person who wants to simply enjoy the solitude wherever I can find it. Even if that means that I have to run.
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