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February 4th, 2013 by admin

Roam, little one

Foto: Caropat @ Pixabay

You did your best, to perform and please

while your body was suffering with pain and unease

the bit and the spurs and the whip, all the gear

were constantly harming you year after year

 

Nobody noticed the pain in your eyes

the pain you endured to winning the prize

nobody saw the struggle you fought

while performing piaffe or extended trot

 

You tried to understand what they wanted from you

but the pain made it hard to notice the cue

you often thought they would break you apart

to master the rules of the fine dressage art

 

You started to ask yourself why you were born

only to see all your dreams being torn

no play and dreams and no will of you own

just painful work, then left all alone

 

But now the days of performing are over

you are free again and you will recover

so run little friend, run over the field

breath the free air again, let your scars be healed

 

Roam free, dear one, leave the bad times behind

your friends are there waiting, get some peace of mind

life is not fair, but you never knew

as a child what you later would have to go through

 

The harsh hands of men and the women you met

is a part of your life that you now must forget

if they could see what they did to you

their life would be nothing but a secret taboo

 

But now the days of performing are over

you are free again and you will recover

so roam little one, run over the field

breath the free air again, let your scars be healed


Foto: Pexels @ Pixabay

Poem by: Karine T. Knudsen © Titanica Art

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