Wild horse

Tue, 09/15/2015 - 14:06 -- Erysian

With the beat and the strum

Of crickets at my bone

I am proud, strong and roan.

The dry heat of summer,

The cold snap of winter,

A heart beating like a drummer, 

A twinge at the center, 

So tame have I become!

In the dark, cold and numb,

In the light, warm and loved,

In the dirt, cruelly shoved,

My veins on fire, I was alive!

I am alive, and forward I strive

Against my harness, bridle and bit

I throw my head, prodding my wit.

I am unbroken, yet shattered all the same

Playing fancies on my name.

And I run, so swiftly, so far,

Wind whipping a view of my star.

Then I am free, soaring the land

Until brought short by hard hand.



Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741