Running....

Running into the sunset
the stallion's eyes gleam
focused and determined
mane blowing in the wind
never looking back
he will not be tamed
he will kill to be free
death more welcome
than being conquered
or imprisoned.
Unable to be subdued
by any man
steadfast he alone knows
with fierce pride
he is not running away but
running towards life,
towards love,
towards a new tomorrow.
Always the mender of souls
searching to mend his own...


Caryn M. Day-Suarez