Mustang

Tethered to madness
she will not drink.
Provoked, prodded and ridiculed
she will not eat.

Emotional blinders tightly strapped
darken her path.
Precarious steps
she is lead away.
The bit firmly in place, splits her lips.
Reigns taunt,
her neck strained.
She must always look to the past.

foam gathers
saliva drips
tongue swollen
eyes dead

The cowboy fools her with
sugar cubes
strokes of love
whispered words

her legs are weak
her back nearly broken
her resolve luke warm

she sleeps while standing
she sleeps while listening
she sleeps when copulating

The cowboy does not understand her,
the stable is clean
her shoes a perfect fit
she groomed to perfection
her mane brushed neat.

Whipping her does not work anymore.
Her hide, thick with scars.
Nerve endings no longer responsive to the sting.
Her ears can not hear the words that are meant to manipulate her movements.

Sometimes the cowboy takes from her…
comfort
affection
security
Sometimes the cowboy pulls the reigns too hard,
she falls to the ground.

What goes unnoticed is the frayed rope that binds her.

She looks lost,
but she is deceiving.
She cries freeing her spirit.
One day
she will refuse to carry accusations, history or sadness
she will buck
she will run
she will be free

 
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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

4 thoughts on “Mustang

  1. Jacqueline CioffaJacqueline Cioffa Reply

    “She looks lost,
    but she is deceiving.
    She cries freeing her spirit.
    One day
    she will refuse to carry accusations, history or sadness
    she will buck
    she will run
    she will be free”

    Beautiful piece.

  2. John Michael AntonioJohn Michael Antonio Reply

    Wow. What an extraordinary poet you are Julie. I am in constant amazement of your work. Another great one my friend. 🙂

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