The wind whips through my mane like cold fire.
I gallop across the earth with nothing in my mind but freedom.
I am free and I am wild.
I cannot be tamed.
My breath is beginning to get shallow
I’ve been running for so long.
My pace is still the same
The solid rhythm turns to hollow thuds.
I leap over the brush to escape
The beast is after me.
I was born here and I know the land well
I can out run any predator without misplacing a step,
But this time is different and change makes my heart skip a beat.
This beast is mounted on a brother and is coming fast.
I slowly start to here an echoing to my foot steps.
My muscles strain and my lungs gasp for breath.
I make one last attempt.
Suddenly I have new found strength and I surge ahead.
I turn and weave and follow secret paths,
Until I am out of breath, out of site.
A shudder racks my body as I walk towards a pool of water
I drink deeply and when I’m satisfied, I face my fears.
That was close.
I have known life this way all along.
I cannot bear to think of what my life would be like
Without running free.