Lost

Freelance Poet

Freelance Poetry WritingChariot.
Coming towards me.
Resulting in fear and uncertainty.

Man
leading the horses,
smiling in understanding
and calling my name.

Crouched,
I am hiding
from his persistent approach.

His fire
is melting the ice,
drawing me into his presence.

I opened my eyes and listened…
my name from somewhere within.

Watching, I realised!

My life is this chariot.
A stranger led my horses
while I was not there.

Where was I?
Coming for me and pleading my name.

I stood to face him,
his smile widening still.
He gave me the reins
and I led the horses away.

With I in the front
and him in the carriage.