I was immortal,
It was not the horse that ran,
But me lending his legs my strength.
The world was opened up
And I could see right into
All my friend was trying to share with me.
We'd ride long and far
And learn the other as we went,
I just as curious as he.
If we could've switched spots for a day,
I would run with everything I had in me.
Riding helped me learn the world.
I learned to love.
I learned to cry.
I learned to comfort.
And I learned to trust.
From this, I surrendered
And let go of myself.
That's when I could feel him,
and he felt me.
When I trusted him and he trusted me.
Poetry is my "riding"
So that I can escape from all the fighting.
If I close my eyes,
and focus on my friend,
Diving deep into writing,
Then an escaping hand to me he lends.