For every death my heart wrenches within my chest
For every betrayal I shrink further away.
The game of horse racing can be so beautiful, but so horrific too.
The beauty lies within the power and heart of the horse,
The hurt lies within the humans.
Death and deceit, back stabbing, lies and greed
yet at the same time pure love and heart and breathtaking beauty still remain.
How can two such starkly different things co-exist, it seems at times they can't.
The darkness and horror often times proves to much.
It pushes and pushes, until we finally break
And it is then you learn if you are a truly loyal,
For when the game we all hate to love and love to hate stabs you in the back,
You recover, you move on.
You keep on fighting.