A Poem for Myself and My Sisters

These are the days
when
you wonder and
you sigh,
When you wish you could
write in pencil
make your bed
in the morning
and lay out your clothes
the night before
Take a short vacation
from chaos
Enough to get bored

But alas
The Shining Steeds
Gallop Valiantly
brown coats wet
and
nostrils flared
The Whip Weighs down
Just right
Cradled
in your hand
And the Wind
tastes of Glory

Oh Sweet Sister of
My heart

These are the days
that
chisel your mettle
and
churn your resolve

Wear them proudly
they can
only
make you more beautiful

Scrape the fear
like dead skin
off your feet
and
Step up unto
the chariot
Your Horses await you
The Blue Sky is Wide...