HURT SOUL

How does it feel, to have a hurt soul?
Like a horse who has lost her precious foal.
In days of sunshine, they’d graze together,
come rain or shine, whatever the weather.
A spiritual bond, so strong, they’d feel,
and happiness was, for them, so real.
They’d nuzzle close, so safe and warm,
ready to face the following dawn.
And then the foal strayed further away,
“let me be free ……” as if to say.
Reins were lengthened, she tested the ground,
a new lease on life, for her, was found.
The horse, wide-eyed, watched her foal walk away,
knowing, with sadness, that this was the day,
she’d have to let go, for freedom to give,
to her foal …… her soul ……. in order to live.