Monday, July 1, 2013

Wishes Aren't Horses



Wishes aren’t horses
So she sure won’t ride
She will trudge over her losses
And swallow her bruised pride
She was told, but wouldn’t listen
She thought she knew
But now she knows she doesn’t:
What she feared has come true

Every single one of them
She remembers with pained rue
Said it in their own way, bold or tame
Yet the din passed through
And now look
She’s drowned in the silence
A silence she worked hard to brook
To block the din that betrayed the pretense

But why did she do it
When every fibre in her told her not?
Why did she pay homage to it,
When it was what she never thought?
Try as she may, she will not fathom
Perhaps it was a moment of weakness
A weakness more enduring than random
And scattered with an abandon so careless

And now the future beckons
She looks at it with eyes anguished
Is it bleak as she reckons
Or will she seize the cudgel and vanquish?
She knows not, but whatever life’s courses
She will the turbulent times bide
For wishes aren’t horses
So for sure she won’t ride.

Picture Credit: http://izismile.com/

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