I Wish I Ran

I wish I ran.
I wish I could lace up my trainers
and splash splash splash across the puddles
until my ankles became soaked with the waters of the sky.
I wish I ran so I wouldn't obsess over what is right and what is true
and that all this anger and hurt in me
had somewhere to go,
maybe up up up
or down down down,
as long as it was headed away from me
and I could let it go,
run far away from it
and hope it wouldn't be able to find its way home.