Thundering Hooves Can't Coexist

I, too, am heir to blunder.
Likened to the Graceful stallion,
Biting bridle, blinkers intact,
Often unsighted is my demise.

With thundering hooves,
I trample souls, my brotherly herd.
Galloping to my egotistic verve,
A fleeting foretaste... I trot alone.

As the Colt; I youthful in notion,
Pride myself for shade and breed.
With uniqueness and disregard.
Slowly comes my evolution.

And, as sun sets moon,
I find acceptance not obtainable through epiphanies.
New wisdom sights my contradiction;
I steadily appreciate the lineage of others.

I rest in repose of coexistence;
My mane resembling that of my brothers.
Finding satisfaction in tolerant resolution,
Surrounded by the beauty of imperfection .