Bruised and broken is learning
What life is really about;
All this longing come to nought,
All this aching discomfort
Ends in unsated yearning
Of fine youth turned stale and stout;
Above are the opening lines of my poem High Horse Fall. Curious to know how it ends? Contact the Toronto Writers Co-operative to purchase a copy of “Voices 2014” and read the full poem in there.