As I gather al my resources, I stand unsettled buckling, snapping, and throwing all my precious goods (necessities) upon a friend, my horse named Destiny.

I look up bewildered, wondering if the safe guards were all in vain. What was I protecting? I look down at my heart. Oh I've been wounded, where was I going? Was it time to resign? Was there any reason to be resentful? my heart felt shattered as a tempest, like thought flashed across my mind. Was it real or just a territorial storm on the horizon? Would I ever resume residence? I open my eyes, finally its true, "I lied."

I do have fears.

I begin to try. It hurts. Where will I go? Once again I retrieve. I cover my heart, look up again, then I realize. I have resurged. I look back there it is, the rain has stopped. I'm no longer feeling alone. I made it through the storm again. Why, why, why! Why does everyone think that I'm so strong? Cant they see? When will they begin to give strength to each other? Dont they know I love them all? It's OK. I wipe the tear from my friends eyes, we ride together once again towards restitution. He leads me home.

this poem was written just shortly after my father passed from a heart attack the words flooded my mind all at once I wasn't thinking about writing I could hardly write the words fast enough.