Door wide shut
The mare, that lay lame,
Flogged mercilessly,
Escaped the hot griddle,
So gangrene set in.
Supporting its blood-life,
Transfusions mistrust,
Prolonged the inevitable,
Severance bolt.
She dreamed in passing,
Of what could, but wasn’t.
Content in the folding,
As synapses smother.
That without her meat,
A burdens unbridle.
The stable door opener,
The remedy’s arrival’s.
That shutter, a distraction,
As reconnection occurs.
From canters, to gallop.
The energy resurgence.
The freedom of being,
Starts just as she ceases.
The barrier closed, she is,
Released.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
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This poem is a deep reflection on the pain of the human soul that has experienced loss. The vivid images describe the patient's acceptance of this pain and the need for healing and freedom. A wonderful journey through your emotions! ☀️