Night Filly

 Graceful neck arching,
          mane behind-flying,
          lively prancing through life’s landscape,
          comes a filly
          bright and beautiful.

Days:  perfect diamonds
          as she glitters on.
          Eyes wide, heart open, soul singing--
          true, fine filly--

Long distance runner,
          no sprinter is she.
          Gaelic storm thoroughbred racer;
          breathing filament
          of heavenly grace.

But, hooves must clatter
o’er stony, tough turf
          and, rearing, paw the air in frustration.
          Neigh! Disabled!
          Stumble, falter, fall.

Steel-saddled, she strains
          thrice as hard to run
a race she just won’t be denied.
          Long, each day’s race;
          exhausted fully.

Dusk brings no respite,
just a chance to cry.
Release of pent-up emotion.
          Sleep the enemy
          for one who needs time.

Night filly (night owl)
dreading your night terrors,
lay down your tears before me.
          Daisy dewdrops
          we’ll make of these tears.

Dawn will come again
          wrapping aurora
          arms around your lonely sadness.
          Lilac kisses
          will soothe and heal you.

And you’ll struggle to
          delicate forelegs
from wobbly, scarred knees,
          to race anew
          with winged purpose.

For Wind is a friend
          and flight almost yours
          if you harness and channel your pain.
          Focus on truth
          and shrug off all else.

Fight whatever frightens
          racing night fillies.
          Dash those crushing nightmares.
          Just run, fierce one.
          Just run, and you win.