Wild Horses

something about watching them gallop across wide, open spaces.

untethered. loose to roam the day and night across the terrain.

the beauty in their movements.
the power in their frames.
the passion in their Spirits.

Wild.

Unchained.

Free.

I've only once or twice felt even close to being so open and free.

Too many chains, too many binds that tied me down to being less than what I can be.  Far too many wasted days and nights.

Bridled and succumbed, my spirit fighting just to breathe, let alone run.

Run, run free in the spirit.

Standing.  Walking.  Running. Rising up on hind legs and declaring at the top of my lungs...


...well i can hope.

I still haven't truly felt it.  Only a few special moments - only with a trusted one or two.

I dont know that I'll know how to handle the truth of a life without those restrictions.  Restrictions that my spirit feels are such a part of me.  But i have to find out...

I just have to know.


Wild Horses.

me.

free.