Broken in
A poem by Helen Freeman

Broken in

Wild and tied
outside by the door
at a crossroads, 
your soft ears jitter,
tuning to surroundings
like satellite sensors.

Grabbed and freed, 
your whiskers twitch,
you buck and pull. 
Mother brays 
her sonic creak. 
Men drag you off,

force a halter on 
and flog your fresh hide,
but sudden calm descends
as someone approaches,
whisper-whistles you
still and mounts.

You follow his lead
through the clamour 
the blur, the shove
to where he alone
can cart what weighs
down your heart.

About the Author:

Helen started writing poetry whilst recovering from an accident in Oman and got hooked. She now lives in Durham, England and has poems on sites like Visual Verse, Ink, Sweat &Tears, Barren Magazine, The Drabble and Ekphrastic Review among others.
Instagram @chemchemi.hf

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