The Horse

What makes you hopeful?

The Horse

I look out the window on my right

a horse out running as black as night.

His hooves pound the hardened cement

and I watch him at first, with discontent.

I feel emotions well up my throat

and I feel I am about to choke.

I watch his effortless galloping strides,

and I carefully blink back my tearful cries.

His coat a spotless sheen of velvet

glistens under the sun's raylet.

His mane and tail so loose and free

makes me smile with saddened glee.

His muscles ripple with every bound

and I feel that what I lost may be found.

He glances at me as if to say "hey"

and I soon feel hope coming my way.

As we slowed, so did he,

and it only felt like an eternity.

He reared up on his hind legs and lifted his head

and then I thought, "He must be a purebred."

When the light turned green

his eyes only began to gleam.

His canter soon turned into a lope

I realized then, that he was giving me hope.

My love for him was fully grown,

as I now understand he was my freedom.