The Stallion

Jul 12

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Updated: Aug 8

You’re like a stallion

beautiful to look at,

but impossible to tame.

You poke your head

around the corner

from time to time,

but you don’t run

alongside the herd.

A stallion doesn’t

get confined to a barn —

it would break down

all the walls.

While part of me wishes

it could be

free like the stallion,

something in me

always pulls

toward the herd.

My heart has often longed

for the stallion

to join the herd

yet I know

these fields

aren’t wide enough

so I let the stallion go.

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