Hope

Prancing, dancing, flying about,

Her racing body, soaring.

My eyes are fixed on her beautiful shape,

Radiant, in a mystical way.

Like puppets on strings, she moves when told,

But, still as wild as a mustang.

I know she loves life, and the way she is,

Because, she smiles at every glance.

She’s almost alive,

I can feel it inside,

But, something is holding her down,

Like the screws on her neck, knees, and feet,

The metal rods holding her back,

Pressed hard, down.

I’d love to un-screw her,

Let her run free,

Let my wonderful model horse,

Just feel like me,

Free.