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.

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