I Want To Be A Runaway Poem by Louisa Lochrue

I have a dream, a fantasy, that I keep hidden down deep.
I want to run, completely free, till my feet will no longer carry me.
Leave my phone, my job, my life.
Just up and leave it all behind.
No destination- maybe the sea.
Just wherever my feet will carry me.
Walk until I’ve left every thought behind.
Run until I’ve outrun my own troublesome mind.
Let it go- who cares? Finally, I’m free.
All the matters is the cool grass against my bare feet.
I won’t worry what to eat.
I won’t wonder where I’ll sleep.
If need be I’ll rest in the shade of a tree-
Its comforting branches reach out like arms to me.
The breeze is a balm soothing my tired face.
The nectar in the clover is all I need to taste.
I’ll live out here, on my own.
In many ways I’ll be much less alone.
Wake to the sun on my skin and the birds in the trees.
At night let the crickets lull me to sleep.
I’ll create a new home where the old cannot step foot.
Here on this mountain, here in these woods.