Curse or Blessing?
Like a newborn foal she entered this world
Free, spirit-filled, full of wonder and delight
Innocent and happy living her life.
Then at age nine evil crept into her night.
The foal no longer runs free in the grass,
no longer even tastes the sweetness of it.
The foal no longer feels her spirit,
or even the splendor of the sun on her back.
Then one day at age sixteen, vile found her again.
Does history repeat itself? It must she pondered.
That scare sat restless in her not-yet-mare reasoning.
Again the birds stopped singing and
the flowers lost their delicate properties.
Once again the breeze crept annoyingly upon her skin.
Surely the foal was lost forever now.
As fate had its way with her, now a mare,
she put herself in bad pastures one night. Again?
How can it be that one life could have three,
three demons to steal her soul?
But so it was that another sought her out
consuming from her what she was not willing to give.
And her heart became blocked... clogged in fact
with a familiar rudeness pumping through her veins.
She frolicked in that filthy place, she knew it quite well
That place where smiles lie.
Now a mare to care for two colts of her own
A fresh spirit from a past barely remembered
grew into a love she was quite unfamiliar with
and the rawness and innocence of it terrified her.
Muddy thick foul which once flowed effortlessly
Thinned by a hug and smile at a time.
She would die for that love that pierced into her heart
and suddenly her world sprouted around her.
Although not whole, a part of her soul
could not help to begin laughing at destiny.
How would she teach these colts of her own
to grow into stallions, not monsters?
How would she show them to love and do right
not to hurt, not be evil or cruel?
And so it was that her newly attained laughter
pierced into her silent, cracked mind
And brought her to a place where she began to wonder
if it were all a blessing in disguise.
Pondering all that was in the sunset of the meadow,
two baby colts sat illuminating their mother.