Freedom's Calling
Freedom was but a breath away,
So close to taste its sweetness,
Yet too far to grasp it fully.
A distant memory hovering just out of sight,
But I remember the small things I once took for granted,
The feeling of the wind rushing through my hair,
The granting of movement so my hooves could dance,
The pureness of the virgin spring taste on my tongue.
The little things that were taken for granted,
What I would give now to have those once more back,
But still freedom remains just out of my grasp.
A simple leather binding and a virgin's touch was my undoing.
Freedom's calling me to come home once more, but I'm condemned to what I know.
Poem is copyrighted to me @ 2011.
Outline is done by its rightful artist. Colouring is done by me.
