the horses are mine...


i gave them everything
and they took it as if it was their right
when there was nothing to give
they still wanted more
i laid down my head and cried 
blaming myself for falling short of giving 
never realising that they were the ones -
who were to blame
for demanding what was not theirs to take
but mine to give -
as much as I wanted 
when I wanted 

i had a choice
i realised one day
give them little by little 
of what I wish to offer
or not give them anything at all
and not be concerned -
of the consequences, 
of the punishments 
they would inflict on me

i just needed
a mind palace to go to
to heal
the reins are in my hands
and, the horses are mine, too.


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Books by Arti Honrao


Depression is REAL

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