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/
Wonderful flow
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