One two three.
One two three.
Three beats
Two heartbeats
One wish
To fly
To fly is not to lift up your arms and jump into the sky
To fly is not to go on a plane and be in the air
To fly
To fly is to be one the back of a horse
Their canter rocking you
Flying you away
It is not a question of how will I fly
It's a question of when will I fly
When Will I feel her heartbeat beneath me?
When will I be rocked back and forth in her embrace
When will I be able to embrace the world from her back
So many when will I's?
But is there an answer
No
The answer does not come from when will I?
The answer comes from When will we?
When will our heartbeats touch?
When will we learn to fly?
When will the beats of her hooves beneath me reach us both?
Not everyone will fly
But I know
From the very depths of my soul
She will get me there
Her hoofbeats leading to my heartbeat
Not every path to one's heart is created my hands
Some are created from hooves
From the ones that make you feel like you can fly
The only question is...
Will we fly?
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Flying Free
Short StoryThese are some short stories, vignettes, poems, etc. These are related to a lot of how I feel about horses and I know a lot of equestrian can relate Hope you enjoy! :)
