Tirelessly I strive,
to ensure the very best.
Never a kind word;
overlooked for all the rest.
I’m sick of being your work horse…
So I say, “No more”.
It’s now time I walk away.
I will venture out,
stay true, and find my own way.
You will not take my sunshine.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 96 – Work and Horse
By Sarah 
Love that poem, amazing image surviving in that dried up mud and looking so pretty. Here’s to a wonderful weekend. Cheers!
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Thank you …it’s one I found on Pixabay. Thought it suited the words
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