To write is to be held

I’ve been lost lately, cried far too many times

Someone who was supposed to be a friend has turned aside

So in my heart I create these rhymes

They’re a safe place where I choose to reside

I step away to protect my peace, you say it’s disrespectful and rude

I suppose your feelings might not be in tune

Since everything you’ve said has been very crude

Trying to know what to expect is like reading an ancient rune

I try to run away from my problems, it’s very hard to do

They must be exercising more than me since I’m quickly outrun

I just want to keep myself safe from you

Now I’m realizing it’s not very easily done

How often I’ve wished to be a bird

Whenever I’m upset I could fly away and sit on the highest branch

The ground so far away, it appears blurred

I could keep every piece of myself

Far away from your turmoiled avalanche