I run along the track
With a rider on my back
I am used to the weight
But being whipped I hate
The old track is laid out
It’s course, I have no doubt
Always, forever the same ahead
With many obstacles I dread
One day it will come to an end
But will death be my friend?
Life has always been this way
So I plod ever onwards today
To ease the monotony
I drift in my memory
To when I was young
Before my race begun
As a foal I had no concern
Not knowing I’d have to learn
Just in a field with my mother
Blissfulness like no other
And then my training started
I became so heavy-hearted
No longer was I spirited and free
They had total control of me
Bit, saddle, reins, crop
Would it all ever stop?
Steering me this way and that
The riders who wear a hat
They put me in this race
Now it’s all I have to face
Blinkers, I was trained to wear
Blocking, so I’d be unaware
Well, I guess I’ll just carry on
I’m told this is where I belong
With all the others in this race
Our predecessors track we trace
What’s he doing over there!?
Is he mad? Does he care?
Rearing up, breaking free
Is this that conspiracy theory?
That the riders have full control
Because we let them guide our goal
Using tools to manipulate, confuse
For their games it’s us they use
Look!.. Another has broken free
I wonder what will come to be
I’d better stick with the others
In this race we are all brothers
Another lap, more of the same
Why am I here? Is this a game?
Why am I pushed up this hill?
Will I ever be at peace and still?
What awaits me at the end?
Could a miracle be around the next bend?
Why do I feel something is not right?
How can I truly see with blinkered sight?
Only the track, only the race
Is stopping really a disgrace?
Questions growing ever strong
In this perpetual race do I belong?
What if I took no part
Refused to even make a start
Not let the rider have control
Would I feel better, more whole?
I have to try, I have to see
What it would be like to be free
No bit in my mouth stopping my voice
I know it now, I have free choice
No weighted saddle on my back
No use to me, I feel no lack
No reins, or rider steering my way
I’m free, their game I no longer play
The blinkers are gone, I look around
Amazed at all the beauty to be found
So many directions I can choose to go
My own pace, joyously fast or mindful slow
No longer treading the old worn track
Without a rider, I choose where to hack
Fields, hills, woods, streams galore
Free to roam this New Earth I adore
Trina Graves – 17th January 2021
About This Poem
I often wake in the early hours and take awhile to sleep again. This day (17th Jan) I woke with the idea for this poem, so spent some time thinking about what I wanted to say with it. Not being able to sleep after that, I picked up my tablet and noticed there was a new message from Blossom Goodchild (who I have ‘followed’ since 2008 as the messages she brings through from The Federation Of Light are so full of love and inspiration.) The new message was so powerfully uplifting that I knew there was no way I could get back to sleep as I was buzzing! So I decided to do something I’ve never done before and write a poem (or two!) in bed.
This was the second (wake up, Wake Up, WAKE UP !!! – to be added soon – was the first). I wasn’t too sure if they read right, but knew I could always adjust them later. I left the poems for about a week before I typed them up (I usually do this the same day) and was pleasantly surprised that both were okay without alterations.
To me, we have been in a ‘Blinkered Race:’ We follow the footsteps of our history (global and family) as our course/track. We have been ridden and controlled by the powerful elite who have continually ‘whipped’ us to keep us in the perpetual ‘race.’ However, over time more and more people have been taking their blinkers off and are able to see outside of the race. Over the past year many of those who were once thought of as ‘conspiracy theorists’ are becoming known as ‘truth seekers,’ as their words become more evidently not a theory, but the truth.