My Heart Is a Wild Horse
    poem by Anitra L. Freeman

    My heart is a wild horse.
     
    If I rein her too hard
       she fades beneath me
       gives me none of her strength.
     
    If I let her run free
       I am lost in dark lands.
     
    I approach her slowly.
    She takes my scent.
    I curry her with sweet grasses,
    and I lean against her.
     
    One day
       we race across the plain
       straight up the mountain
       and leap into the sun.
     

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