Horseshoe Magic

Hung in homes for good luck,
The metal, cold and heavy in my palm
As pictures of my haunting past relive in my mind.

I dig deep but find no strength
Because it comes from the object, ancient and powerful

The rust a deep brown, rough and sharp
But when I am with it I feel no pain, no fear, just the power to try

Though ancient, I know none of its past
Only that it holds power unimaginable

The power it holds give strength, courage and bravery but also comfort, healing and love
Luck it gives, helping those to believe

But one thing is different.
When I am not around it I can still do all of those things.

Unwaveringly I have regarded the power within this object but never have I believed in the power I have within myself...