17/07/2025
"Still a Cowgirl"
She once rode dawn like a whispered vow,
Leather boots dusted with dreams somehow - Chasing horizons wild and free,
With a fire in her heart and dirt on her knees.
But now she sits on a porch swing slow,
Watching sunsets instead of rodeo.
Not because she lost her spark - But life called her gently into the dark
Of quiet moments, soft and small,
The kind that don’t make headlines at all.
She’s learning to rest, to heal, to grow,
To find her strength in the steady and slow.
The saddle waits, and it always will,
But her hands hold softer reins still.
Not every chapter is meant for the ride - Sometimes the journey is found inside.
She ain’t hung up her hat for good,
Just placed it down like a cowgirl should
When life says “stay,” and not “go roam” - When the heart needs time, and the soul finds home.
So don’t you judge that quiet grace,
Or think she’s fallen out of place.
She's still that wild thing, brave and true - Just chasing a different kind of view.
There’s no shame in choosing peace,
In letting the endless gallop cease.
For even cowgirls need to stand - Two feet firm, heart in hand.
- Cowgirl Chronicles (Turn’er Up Media)
