Mustang

I am all that you have lost,
and will never understand. 

I filled my lungs with freedom
and was grateful. I bolted 

unsaddled across the wind 
with happy spirits on my back,

and we shared as brothers.
I quenched my thirst in mystical

waters flowing from the inner
core of life, and I gave thanks.

I raced over hills and through 
canyons in dream visions

of the people, and they told 
of my valor. Now you shod me

with iron, and tangle my pride
in lariats of bondage. 

I was the freedom you cannot
understand.

—Kevin Heaton

Bolts Of Silk, November, 2010.

Border art adapted from "Winter Horse Face Portrait" by Pete Markham (Creative Commons).

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