The Rocky Path

By Leonard Treman

I find myself again grasping the reins of success once more.

Elusive like a black stallion under the night sky it slips.

The great steed refuses to be mastered.

I grasp the reins holding on with all that I am.

Inflicted on me are grievous wounds by the gravel and dirt I drag past.

As I am torn apart I can’t let go.

As deep as the wounds cut.

Each scar defines a piece of myself.

With each passing moment I grow stronger.

While the dirt splinters my face.

I dream of not only riding the horse but,

winning the race.