Wild Horses Poem by Kasia Fedyk

He washes his hands clean,
scrubbing every corner of his huge palm,
his skin cracking from the force,
blood running down dripping into the clean water,
tainting it.

His whole body feeling the pain, as he tries so hard to forget,
forget the past, wash it away;
muscles contracting,
the strength of his body could crash anything in its way,
his jaw tightens,
his mind drifts away again into the alleys of pain,
he is numb, he no longer feels the throbbing pulsation so harshly inflicted upon himself, he doesn't care,
living in his own shadows,
riding the valleys of yesterday.

The ground trembles, he feels it,
his cowboy boots covered in dust,
~dust of yesterday,
his body shakes from the impact,
slowly he lifts his head and looks at the horizon,
wild horses, he whispers.. he sees them,
wild horses, galloping free, flying through the open air,
in the wings of the angles, he is free.