Wild Horses

Fingers splayed on the window
Forehead pressed to glass
Fairytales replay in her mind
Fragile as they are, fragile as they are

Temperatures outside drop
Tempers inside flare
Tangles of thought twist and turn
Tenuous is the peace, tenuous is the peace

And the fog rolls in
And the trees they sway
And the sky grays like tin
And the wild horses, they neigh

Syllables come out slowly like a lullaby
Stuttering through silence and rage
Sundays full of promise sit quietly in the corner
Small and waiting, small and waiting

He stands in the shadows her mind
Handcuffing her thoughts, her words
Harnessing her creativity, her love
Holding her captive, holding her captive

And the fog rolls in
And the trees they sway
And the sky grays like tin
And the wild horses, they neigh

And soon she’ll break free
And soon the fog’ll lift
So the sky can sigh like the trees
And the horses can cross the rift

But for now

The fog rolls in
The trees they sway
The sky grays like tin
The wild horses, they neigh