as told by an equine partner
I see you as an equal, as a mirror to my soul.
I want to know who you are.
The soul is etched with freedom; that is who I am.
I cannot let this confusion trap me again and again.
The fragments of my freedom are fading by and by.
The windows to the soul are looking far away, so distant are they.
The fight has begun to keep my spirit alive.
There is no end to this; I must give up and fight.
Blinded by the trap, I did give up the fight.
This night my soul, wounded by the fight, fell into this dark, dark hole.
I am trapped in one piece and am running at the fear.
Anguished at the one voice that pleads not to give up!
One remaining voice beckons at my soul to seek the piece of freedom
that reflects my soul.
A glimmer of the light that vibrates my soul awakens to a gaze
into the distance of hope.
My eyes are now falling from the dark, dark hole.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.