Once a rider

darling dearest,

She was once strong, brave, broken et accepting of her role. She held her reins and lead the way.
If she fell she’ll never tell you anyway.
She fisted her glove from her saddle and galloped away ‘til the wind blew and brushed her helmet hair across her face.
Revered in hopes of the past, she stared ahead to the thought of a brighter day.
Even if you didn’t stay.

“Chut chut!” She said aloud on her way.

Oh a woman’s heart.

Bonjour my rabbits et to you a good day!

RS