A Human Stallion

Over the misty meadow The sun is rising just over the horizon I toss my mane into the delicate breeze Like fingertips running softly over my naked thigh In the wild You see because I broke free from my barriers Fences are painted closed minded expectations Never be too Loud or brightly shroud Walk with your head down never look life right between its eyes Defiantly I ripped my halter Scanned the horizon free to move My jockey was startled My glistening skin freed from your verbal tormenting I took off and took flight Higher than Any hurdle in an obstacle course And then I’m gone.