Away from the problems,
away from the fights,
away from stress.
I constantly wonder
how I could possibly fix
the wounds right in front of me.
I don't have enough band-aids,
or knee braces,
or aspirin,
to cover up the cuts,
to ease the aches,
to take away the pain.
Nothing I can find can fix
the damage inflicted on you,
on me,
on us.
This one
is just too big of a problem
for my words and hugs to solve.
My mind spins trying to comprehend
everything unimaginable to me.
I can't help but think about running away
because it could all be easier that way.
No tension,
no stress,
no untied knots.
But cutting away the loose strings
won't mend the broken scarf.
I can't help but think about running away.
I put on my running shoes,
take my inhaler,
take a step outside.
I can't do it.
It seems too cowardly a move.
