🪷Weird, Wild Glory

haiku poetry for my fellow religious trauma survivors

Like a tamed, trained horse,
pleasing other people was
what we were shaped for.

      spirits broken,
      pain unspoken

At last, we broke free.
Now we're running our own ways
in weird, wild glory.

     Come and join us:
     chase what's joyous.

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horses at Pipestem when we were there last month

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In the notebook

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