Being a Wild Horse

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Nicole is a registered Mechanical Engineer who loves the outdoors and has a passion for helping people. IG: @liveforthegift

People oftentimes become the wild horses as they truly are...

Wild horses come running on the open field

Some are brick red and some are dark

Like as deep as space where they fled

Full of stars on galaxies to embark

Oh, wild horses can't be stopped and controlled

Of course they can't, they're wild, aren't they?

But they don't start as wild as we are told

Horses are just horses who obey

Unless ice and fire combines, they strike

They flee from the fields and run wild

They reckon to pursue what's bright

What is your own understanding of the poem? Share to us in the comments.

Lorna Lamon on October 07, 2019:

I think there is a little of the 'wild horse' in all of us, breaking free from the strains of conformity. Your poem took me back to my student days when we thought we could set the world on fire. We didn't, however, we did manage to light a little flame in lots of hearts. Great poem.