Blog Post - Ife Islam

The Tree Runner

I had wished a thousand times

that I could heal your mind. that I could change your life

But I

didn’t know that you. wanted to heal me too

there’s no room left to move

I knew a boy

that kept

everything he owned inside a backpack.

He’d run

run from the rising sun and from the smoke n guns

He ran

ran right into me

and tried to get me to follow him

Well I didn’t know

where he came from

or where

he was going.
But I knew that he was hurting himself and that he’d hurt me too

I had wished a thousand times

that I could heal your mind. that I could change your life

But I

didn’t know that you. wanted to heal me too

there’s no room left to move

I slowed him down

he sped me up

we got so close

and we broke up

I loved his eyes

and he loved mine

and I still want to save his life

but he won’t listen, he says I

will need to move and need to fight

and I say he needs to be still

and to allow himself to feel

and I hit him and he hit me

and I still don’t know who broke the mirror.

I still don’t know, who broke the mirror.

I loved him

I did

and I’m sure he loved me too

but he’s runner

I’ve got roots

and still I want to save his life

I think of him

I think of her backpack.
I think of the mirror.
I still think he’ll come back.
I hope he’s got his things together
I just hope that he’s alright

I had wished a thousand times

that I could heal your mind. that I could change your life

But I

didn’t know that you. wanted to heal me too

there’s no room left to move