Donteatmecows

The Holy Beast

The air felt heavy, tight inside my chest,

A rising storm that would not let me rest.

I stepped outside into the quiet air,

To catch my breath and loose the heavy care.

Beside the fence, a shadow soft and still,

A gentle horse stepped down the grassy hill.

No words were said, no sudden movement made,

Just quiet breath within the gentle shade.

I reached my hand, and touched the velvet nose,

And felt the stillness where the panic grows.

A wave of warmth, a slow and steady peace,

That made the tension in my spirit cease.

And in that quiet space where shadows play,

A lovely vision drifted through the day—

A girl appeared, so beautiful and bright,

A sudden spark of unexpected light.

From heavy chest to warmth upon the skin,

The world turned soft, and calm returned within.