Breathing exercises are supposed to help me to cope,
but nothing works quite as good as a ride with all hope.
My heart lays with the horses
in the peaceful fields as they graze,
all my problems just a haze.
They listen with ears.
They care with a heart.
They put up with our babbling for a start.
They are Mighty,
They are Powerful,
They are Big and even Brave.
But there is always a spooky corner
that may try to take me to my grave.
I understand your body
the language that you talk,
your conversation will never end
and if it did my heart would surly stop.
Here's a fraise that may sound absolutely strange,
shovelling shit is therapy.
trust me! I'm not deranged.
It is not just the riding that frees me from insanity
it is cleaning your home,
making sure you are well.
your health is more important,
I could never let you live in hell.
The noise in my mind can rest,
as I hop on your back
you take my weight with no complaints.
Honour is all I feel.
Respect is all I give.
You have a healing power
so strong,
so real.
I'm in the clouds
I can't reach the ground
what a heavenly sound.
About the Creator
Mei
I'm 24 and I believe the world will change for the better... some day 💚
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Vocal need to update the paragraph layout especially for phone users! Sorry if you can't read it the way I intended - Mei