My Wild Horse Self
There is a precision to my wild horse self
My muscles at the wake, ready for instruction
My imagination calling the moves, for all prissiness is gone
Society long forgotten
Audience unnecessary
I need to dance,
For me,
For myself
For my eye
My omnipotent steps innate, untaught, following my soul's lead
I thunder at the music which only one can hear.
Whipping moves out of my precision belt
Fast and furiously, mine alone,
I need to dance
For me.
For myself
For my eye.
It is blissful
It is amazing
It is powerful.
It is God-given
My abilities and talents
Not my own, yet all my own.
I dance to honor He who has given me this gift.
This marvelous gift.
I dance for me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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