After 30…




As if some scattering wind took hold,

untethered the anchor of my life

The course previously set upon,

untroubled by curse or strife


I grasped the reigns on my stallion run wild

His strength mightier than my own

Perhaps my courage failed at last

I reached for a blurried vision of home


Secure not my laughter, for my smile has fallen,

the pedestal too high I was placed upon

As a child I imagined what one day Iā€™d be

never realizing Iā€™d only be grown


photo credit: <a href=””>visulogik</a&gt; via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;

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