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
© 2019 Nicole Rich
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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.