Lost Heart I can remember lunging, as we came off the third can, and I held Doc lightly, the reigns in my left hand. I spurred for half a second, before the world turned black, then fell from reality, as it all slipped back. They say we somersaulted, two times then three, and when it was all done, Doc was laying on me. They had to cut my cinchs, then sawed off the horn, and took care to keep me covered, where my favorite shirt was torn. they said I died a couple times, in the helicopter on the way, and the doctors were beyond surprized, to see me awake the next day. I climbed back in the saddle, to scared to chase the can, so I gave away my heart, sold it all and ran. til the day I get the courage, to hang on and fly, til the day I find my confidence, and remember how to try. I sit back and I ponder, all that I could be, and  if I'll find the strength, to finish being me. Just another broken soilder, in the rodeo war, but one day I'll return, and I will settle the score. I'll be back to ride like a champion, I'll be back to give it my all, I'll take every title I chase, and forget that dang fall. Jenn LaRose ** In memory of Dixon's Doctor ** **Chestnut Tovero Gelding** **1992 - 2001** * til we ride again my friend. I will see you in my dreams* back to home  back to poem list