My Heart Is a Wild Horse
My heart is a wild horse.
poem by Anitra L. Freeman
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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