I Wish I Could

The need to run away, to be free is overwhelming. I cant stand this anymore,

I can't watch her waste away, a prisoner to her own mind.

I see her, playing with the yarn, fiddling with the pages of the book I wrote, the book she will never read, and I feel sad, desperate.

I wish I could save her, wish I had the key to the cell in her mind.

I wish I could just fly away, leave it all behind. Feel the air play on my skin, dance between the tiny hairs, wash it all away, see the ground thousands of feet below and feel safe.

But I can't.