Poem#3

Like a small child I cling to the strongest person around me

I hold on to the hope they’ll never leave 

Sometimes my judgment is wrong 

And I grasp onto them for dear life 

I watch my life fall to pieces just like theirs does

I wish I could let my hand fall and go my own way

But I find myself getting reeled back in like a fish just needing something to eat 

Every time I hold on until they run too fast and my lungs can’t keep filling all the way

Even after they’ve ran miles in front of me I run to keep up with the high I felt around them 

Maybe that why I run so fast

For the high 

Not the safety

Not the strength of those around me