Born to Run (A personification?)

I was born to run
Wind in my hair
Without wings
I could leap over the moon

My power and grace
From within my heart
Beating steady
God set my rightful place

Wild and strong I am
Never shackled or chained
Nor tamed
I live because I can

My passion forever flows
A protective anger belies
Undying concern
A jealously for my own

My courage over the years
Ever shown in many ways
Facing death
Some would shed silent tears

A loyal companion I would be
To the very bitter end
Never doubt
History will someday see

A symbol for some of time past
I live hunted by those who covet
And hate
I wonder if my story will last

Standing as the days are done
Eyes fixed on the eternities
Forever proud
I was born to run

~Mark Schutter ©2014

The above was written for Free Write Friday using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing based on the following FWF prompt!

per·son·i·fi·ca·tion (pərˌsänəfiˈkāSHən) noun
1. the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.

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18 thoughts on “Born to Run (A personification?)

    • Thanks Colline! I was at my daughter’s horse show all weekend and yep, my thoughts were running towards a horse. Especially those wild horses of the American west that are being hunted, corralled and slaughtered due to greed for the land.

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  1. Tricky… Animal of some kind, definitely, but which one? I got distracted by the image of the tiger in the side bar, so perhaps one of those? Then again a tiger wouldn’t jump over the moon without wings… Stumped, but beautiful poem, nonetheless!

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    • Thanks for the kind comments. The image I had in my mind was the wild horses of the American west and the fight over whether they should be eradicated from the land.

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    • I like the faith idea, very intriguing! In fact when my wife read this she commented maybe Jesus? But alas, you all were on the right track with a horse. Specifically for me a wild stallion and how they are being hunted and rounded up from the wide open spaces where they run free.

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  2. I was thinking wind. Every changing, trying to harness it for power, wild, free. But loyal companion….well we do need air to breathe and wind is air moving…or I’m reading to much into it. LOL

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    • Thanks Heidi! Yeah, maybe you are reading to much but the wind idea is very interesting as I can see that too in most of the lines. But it was about a wild horse running free across the American west and the current controversy between activists and the BLM and ranchers over grazing rights.

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      • After I posted I went of to do something and was thinking about your poem. I remembered a picture you had up and I realized it was probably horses. I’m not very good about the guessing game. LOL

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  3. Yes those words about covet and hate, throw it out.
    Sorry not sure, but thought wind as it can fly anywhere and can be free and angry.
    Liz

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    • Thanks Liz! Seems most had similar ideas, but the covet and hate line stumped most everyone. This was my reference to people who covet the land for greed and are unwilling to let the wild horses of the American west continue to roam free.

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    • Hi Dorothy! Thanks for the kind comment, yes the image I had was a wild stallion running free across the American west. I worked in the current controversy with removing them from the land often being rounded up and sent to slaughter houses. Seems greed for the land can be a powerful thing and could lead to the extinction of the wild horse in America. Thanks for reading!

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