You were my friend and companion
and how I loved you so.
During the long dreadful nights
you’d lay next to me in the cold.
You’d warm me with your body, and then
I’d straddle you when the day comes.
We’d walk off into the dawn with the
steady beat of your hoofs, and my
slow and steady hum.
There was a hunter near by lurking
in the shadows around.
He crept up and hid up behind us
without making a sound.
His ax was swift as he chopped
off your horn.
After he ran off, I sat there crying
in the blood of a unicorn.
Drenched in your sparkles, I stand
glistening in the sun.
I sprout a horn in the middle of my head;
Now my journey as the next unicorn
Image: From Google
This poem is transforming for me. It represents a number of things. Being who you are and being picked on or ridiculed for being who you are. Teaching those after us that we are here for them, to guide them, and that it will be ok. It also represents growing from the pains in life. That we are all unique. It means a number of things to me. What do you get from it?