My journey
The first time I ran away from home was when I was four.
And I saw Safeway up ahead during my journey through the shortcut
Which was like Massive trees all around me and a dirt trail leading to my destination.
Even when I thought that I should turn around
I could not turn my legs around and go back home
Watching the wind whirl around as I got to the Safeway parking lot
The first time I ran away, It was an adventure
This poem is about:
Me