Hung up my bridle today
This was not written by me but it was sent to me via email and I thought it was a great sentiment so I wanted to share it. I love the meaning in this so much. :-)
Hung Up My Bridle Today
by Kris Garrett
Yesterday, for the first time,
I was too tired to ride.
I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown.
I heard someone say my barn was too shabby.
I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride.
I realized I was old
I had to face that I could no longer keep up.
I had to let go of my dreams
I felt my heart break.
I turned my back on my friend.
I knew I was done.
Today, for the last time,
I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn't bang my mare's sides.
I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh.
I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn't hit her teeth.
I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride.
I buried my head in her soft, warm neck.
I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat.
I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch.
I tracked hay and horse hair into my house.
I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes.
Today, for the first time,
I cried after my ride.
I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack.
I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye.
I waited for the new owner's trailer to arrive.
I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill.
I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves.
I had no hay in my hair.
I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door.
I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered.
I had no one to check on before going to bed.
Tomorrow, for the first time,
I won't have to buy hay.
I can stay in bed longer.
I won't see the poop pile grow.
I won't be able to fly on four legs.
I will be sorry I listened.
I will regret letting her go.
I will be angry at God.
I will be angry at myself.
I will cry the day away.
I will be glad to die.
Day after tomorrow, for the first time,
I will awaken in tears.
I will know I was wrong.
I will defy all the judgment.
I will ignore my old bones.
I will return the buyer's check.
I will bring my friend home.
I will take my boots out of the box.
I will be reborn.
For the rest of my life,
I will have a horse in my yard.
I will ignore the cruel judging.
I will watch the poop pile grow.
I will have hay in my hair.
I will track mud in my house.
I will bury my face in her soft neck.
I will let my soul fly.
I will never be alone.
that's beautiful!!! Thanks for sharing
This brought tears to my eyes, maybe because I have just come close to doing the same thing. Found The song that matchs my boy and I, then read this (while listening to that song), and my god, it made me decide that as long as it is my power I will never sell him.
Thank you so, so much for sharing!
I like it!!
I think that's the best thing she did too ;)
That's beautiful...I teared up. Gorgeous poem!
Oh boy... I'm sitting at my desk in tears! The first part of the poem was me at 20 years old. Unfortunately, it was 10 long years before I had the courage to go back. It's a mistake I'll never make again!
Wow. Great post :) I almost gave up horses completely before I came to college. I plan on working with horsese for the rest of my life now. I could never really give up my horses. I love them too much.
I am glad you all liked liked , I know that I have felt like that at times.
I have thought about selling my horses , selling my tack , selling everything horse related but then my life would feel very empty. I am so grateful to be blessed to be able to have horses and share my love for them with my daughter. I think the next time I feel like that I will reread this ....
I almost cried! Great poem!
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