Wild Horses
Inside I am a wild horse, churning up the sand
On a frothy shore
Keeping a good pace
Beneath the moonlight
Breathing with purpose and with the call of the wild within
My body is free – from pain – and growing with each step
My lips form into a smile, froth a little at the sides – with excitement and anticipation
I have never run with a herd but I have battled to find my place
My coat is glossy and black, a slight sheen of sweat
Eyes wide and like Tiger’s Eye
I run not to win but for the pleasure of movement
Of the sense of flow that comes without thought
Journeying in a different sphere
Forgetting and remembering all at once
That inside I am free – wild as an eagle – or a single black stallion
Claiming the shore for themselves – unable to stop or freeze.
JAE ROSE 
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