I Would Have Ran, I would have flown.

Never asked of you any approval,

any gold star, hand shake or award.

I asked for love. And respect.

I asked for the acknowledgment

of the blood that runs through your

veins and mine. 

So similar, so different.

Same pale eyes, same soft freckles and

rough hands. Same runners legs, 

we both just want to run and run.

Different passions, different generations,

different days seen and memories had.

We both feel, 

we feel with so much in us.

Please don't give up anymore,

you gave up on your blood,

don't give up on your child.

I would run to you,

if I knew you were there.

There in the dark,

there to hold my hand,

to drive me away,

to shift my tears and thoughts.

What haunts me doesn't control me.

There is our difference.

I would have run, with my long runners legs.

But I know you're not there to watch,

to see me walk and run and fly.