Rest Now, Carriage Horse

You do not have to walk with troubles, 

nor carry the burden of those who abused you 

through sweltering heat and bruised winters. 

You will not be a worker, but an earthen animal.

A purpose is found in your abundant freedom.


And when forgiving those who wronged you,

remember to spare a bit of grace for yourself.

You may now stop to smell the roses

without heaving the smoggy city air.

New York is left with the steel horseshoes;

embrace the soil beneath your naked hooves.

The golden clouds greet your rugged mane,

shown only to God and to the grazing fields.

No longer will you trek with heaviness.

You travel as a Pegasus and not a carriage horse.


Sawyer Fell


18 years old

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