Wild Horses

I ride my wild horses
through the dark woods
Where thorns and needles
split open old wounds

And rain falls hard upon me
Shadows all around me
And I loose my hands
As there isn’t a use
in pulling the reins

Oh wild horses
Where are you going
Is it the untamed fire
that inflames you
even more?

Now the raging fears
have free rein
I seek for my heart
to guide me
on this wild ride
out of the maze

©RoseGirl2018