Sometimes I think I am riding
the wrong horse
the one that is afraid
ears back
spooked by the wind
eyes rolling
mouth drawn back
Sometimes I think I am riding
the wrong horse
stubborn as a mule
feet planted
like an aged tree
roots deep enough
to hold back change
Sometimes I feel I am riding
the wrong horse
door kicking
whinnying
huffing like a train
demanding attention
hunger in its belly
Sometimes I feel I am riding
the wrong horse
unable to face the challenge
of the jump
unsure of it’s footing
taking slow uncertain steps
then stopping short
Sometimes I realise
there is no horse
that it is you, my mind
that leads me to believe
I cannot achieve
the things I wish
and I stop
I stop to say it is alright
I take the time to reassure
to understand the nature
of my own discomfort
To beat a horse achieves nothing.
You need to be kind
if you want it to carry you
through difficult times.