I am a stallion they’re attempting to break
They hold me I buck, they whip me I fake
Pretending it doesn’t go right to my core
This pain of not knowing what I’m here for.
I know I can run like the wind through the trees
But the saddle of life brings me down to my knees
As I pray to a God I’m not certain exists
With the hope that this burden upon me will lift.
I dream at night that I gallop along
Free from the others, to sing my own song.
No hurdles to jump, no jockey to please.
Flowing in harmony with balance and ease.
What of the broken, who host heavy rides
Taking riders to the other side
Of the town or the country, or the universe still
Are they serving their purpose, owning their will?
The breeze blows lightly through this mane of mine
I take in the sights and take note of the time.
The era of bridles and bits is through
I take only riders for whom bareback will do.
It ticks away quickly this autumn of life
I take in the colors releasing all strife.
I traverse the fields, drink waters so clear
Graze the lush pastures of a life without fear.
Tricia Schwaba, October 14, 2011