There was this horse. It was dead.

I didn't quite understand it.

How did it die?

What happened to it?

Did it suffer?

There were lots of questions surrounding this horse.

I started to beat it.

Nothing happened.

So I beat it more.

Still nothing.

I became frustrated.

I had to beat this horse.

I had to let it know I was there.

I needed it to understand I was there.

That it didn't have to die.

That the horse could have done something differently.

There were other paths for the horse.

Still nothing.

I was tired, but couldn't accept that the horse was gone.

So I tried a little more.

I cried over the horse.

I prayed over the horse.

I cursed at the horse.

I watched the horse.

I tried to revive the horse.

Yet, the horse remained dead.

There was nothing I could do to change that.

The horse couldn't even tell me what happened.

Nothing I could do to understand why.

So, I said another prayer over the horse.

I buried the horse.

I walked away.

I can no longer beat the dead horse.