The Horse

The Horse

A Poem by Virtue
"

What makes you hopeful?

"
The Horse

I look out the window on my right
a horse out running as black as night.

His hooves pound the hardened cement
and I watch him at first, with discontent.

I feel emotions well up my throat
and I feel I am about to choke.

I watch his effortless galloping strides,
and I carefully blink back my tearful cries.

His coat a spotless sheen of velvet
glistens under the sun's raylet.

His mane and tail so loose and free
makes me smile with saddened glee.

His muscles ripple with every bound
and I feel that what I lost may be found.

He glances at me as if to say "hey"
and I soon feel hope coming my way.

As we slowed, so did he,
and it only felt like an eternity.

He reared up on his hind legs and lifted his head
and then I thought, "He must be a purebred."

When the light turned green
his eyes only began to gleam.

His canter soon turned into a lope
I realized then, that he was giving me hope.

My love for him was fully grown,
as I now understand he was my freedom.

© 2015 Virtue


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Added on February 11, 2015
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I don't write a lot (and I really haven't shared my writings much with others), but when I get the inspiration to write I am reminded of how much I love it. I fill my quiet time with music and books a.. more..

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