In my real-life critique group, Marlee asked, "Is this about a horse?"

I said, "Yes, me."


Horse Whisperer

If I could break
If I would break
fallen 1000 times
pieces on the floor

I'm still here
Not a hairline crack

A few grays
wrinkles when I smile

You think it's easy
to roam the pen
while the trainer
throws down his whip
disgusted
in despair

The hardest thing I've ever done
is watch your face

when I explain the symptoms
of this particular condition
chaos
disorder

You think you can tame
like peeling off paint
even without makeup
plain to see

I will not be broken




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2019-01-18 at 01:10

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