Hits me hardest on my worst days
how does he know that I won't quit
I don't even know it myself
until I realize I'm working twice as hard at it
helping hand that reaches in
undoubtedly encouraged by him
so much want to stay angry
but I can't when I see this
he makes me feel like the wild mare
set in frantic motion again
calmed by the vision in her path
of her stallion still there
Lauren B Called
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humbled-8/
