Guarded-Stallion

There is so much fear and doubt. Am I doing wrong or right by you? I cringe at my own shadows growl. You see, the impossibility to make it through? A feeble step ahead on a shadowed path. Something whispers secrets which I cannot hear. The unheard words tear at me - about me maybe? I do not know what is right and what is meant to tear. I kneel down, waiting for deaths hand. But it still doesnt come, why wont it save me? A shiver runs down my spine and I wish for relief. Please I beg silently, kill me, let me be free. I dont want to feel like this, dont want to feel the shame. The bitterness I bring people, the pain I cause. I cant ke

The arrow pierced the soft skin of my chest. I winced in horrid pain as things began to go blurry. I couldn’t stand down though and let them win, let them get away with it. Sighing and gritting my teeth, I stood tall still. “Good try.” I said quietly, moving so that I could snap the arrow against the rock. The head was still firmly embedded into my chest; the barbed stone making itself known within me. The attacking side gave each other nods and came for me. I wasted no time. I ran straight for them, teeth bared and ears pinned back. The young mare held captive gave a whinny of terror. Her voice was silky and light. I could

Nobody knew when the teasing started; the days that formed my life. Not happy times like your first puppy, or becoming a husband or wife. No, days which I wish to forget, memories are branded with the hurt. The days when I was bullied; teased, taunted and treated like dirt. Nobody knew when the hurt set it, the words so unforgiving and cold. They hit me with full force and the effects begin to take there hold. I wanted to fight back, but somehow, I couldn’t find the strength to speak. This lead to the mocking to increase, meaning all I was was weak. The names that I was called, horrid and disgustingly untrue. But that didn̵