Harness the Wild
Free and wild the young colt gallops across the meadow. Her mane trailing behind the nap of her neck as she creates the gust of wind. Glorious is the life she lives. Wild and free, chasing her dreams, chasing the unknown: just because it feels right. Her body strong and young, a sight to behold. She runs: legs lifting off the ground as if she never touched it. The sounds of her lustrous cries of joy fill the landscape. She slows her stride, only because she wants to. Her will to do what she wants is so natural without any thoughts of reasoning. Eating from green pastures and drinking from cold creeks, this land so untouched by man; she is so untouched as well. This life never last. This life is bliss. This life she only remembers. Taken from her is the freedom she once had, man comes to tame her. Ropes her down and ride her until she breaks. She fights with a wild spirit, bucking, moving from side to side, and trying to get the heavy weight off her back. Piercing spurs jab at her side; whips sting her back, harsh yells from a stranger she is so afraid of. A life she is afraid of. She cries out as she is being pulled but, no one listens to the cries. She gives up; she accepts the heaviness that is on top of her. She stops struggling, she stops crying, her soul has been shattered and so she becomes calm. The man will take care of her well. She is his prize. She will be feed, she will be groomed, and at times she will be ridden. But, this lonely cold new World she lives in; a stall, a few acres to roam, is like a prison from what she once had. He will put blinders on her so that her eyes will not wonder. He wants to keep her calm and focused, not wild and longing. So, if you see this beauty and look into her eyes, you will see mans reflection not the spirit that once lived inside.
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Very beautiful...it loolks like your \"trying to stay positive\" is working. i\'m happy for you, keep it up. Hugs
hehe I wrote colt...hmmm and used the word she in the whole thing...I guess that is what I get for not rereading it before posting it. Writing to write I guess
Wow, it is very hard to write in such a way that the reader can view your story in his/her mind\'s eye. Very creative, expressive, and beautiful writing! I look forward to your next story.
wow this is just beautiful...so well written!
Thanks guys...It is hard for me to really tell my people what I am feeling inside. I use stories that people can relate to or visualize. It helps me transform the hurt into something more meaningful and deeper than I can express without actually sharing my own personal pains.
Thanks so much for reading
wow yes the pain is most definitely there....i feel like the horse too...thanks for sharing my friend, your writing style is excellent.
This fire horse has thrown the wicked queen off his back, now realizes his full potential, and is now ridden by the King of Kings in a raging war against darkness :)
\"In the distance there stands a wild horse.
Proud and persistent to run it\'s own course,
Entering through no other doors,
But those he has made for himself.
In his own eyes he\'s a prince of all,
Clever and wise, he heeds to no call,
Never denies that he might fall,
Dependent on nobody else.
As time went on he came upon
The thought that he was lonely.
I felt no fear, he cried a tear,
He knew he was not the only.
The Rider whose name is True begins to seek
And He opens His eyes to find His stallion meek.
Then came the moment, with no one in sight
But a horse with no name and the Rider in white
Filled with compassion for his plight
The stallion He claimed for His own.
As time had past, there came at last
The lifting of His burden
His strength renewed, with gratitude
And joy, he became a servant.
The Rider has come in view, His form unique
And He\'s chosen to ride upon His stallion meek.\"
- Phil Keaggy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_bOeGejNhE