Horses
(I do know the difference between sheer and shear 😉 )... (I looked it up!)
My Daughter Cries Loudly
About absolutely anything
And as someone who’s holding the reins
To all of my tears as tightly as I can
It pisses me off to no end
That she just lets the horse go.
I rub my eyelids and wrap the grip tighter
Around my palm, knowing sheer force
Can contain mine as I chase hers down.
She’s taken to saying sorry for her tears
And I can’t stand it - I’m not mad at that!
I don’t want that. I’m trying.
I’m not sure what I’m mad at,
But I’m not mad at that. Her horse is just so…
Unbridled. Free.
It pisses me off to no end
To not know what that feels like. 