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.