“Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
The Mustangs of Las Colinas –– Robert Glen
In me is a wilderness, a voice,
a path where nothing restrains,
demands explanation.
I was born with nature’s psalms
written on each heartbeat,
wild mustang words full of sky,
wings, and oak leaves encouraging me
to embrace my freedom.
Sitting still I’m moving; in silence I speak.
I am lightening and thunder, bright fuchsia
and gray dust shadow.
I am so many things and so much more to become.
There are uncharted horizons within me
I grow more anxious to explore.
©Susie Clevenger 2023
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