This is a regular column featuring original poetry and fiction by and for teens, provided by Figment.com, an online community writing site for young people.
By Kristina D. Hartman
Freedom on Horse-BackYou never knowWhat freedom feels like,Until you’re going at aFlat run bare back.If you’ve been,You know how it feels.The horse’s every step,The wind in our hair,The way your bodyMoves with the horse.If I could, I would live In the saddle.Forever roamingWith the wild and tame horses.Freedom isThe best feeling in the world.It’s even better,When on horse-back. Passion for the HorseGalloping down the roads,You don’t careWho you see.Nothing matters right then.All that you care about,Is how you feel.What you feel.Mussels tensing And relaxingUnderneath you.The horses hoofsHitting the hardPacked ground.Passion the horseShows toward you,Passion you haveFor the horse.No passion for the horse,No amazing ride. Riding to a SunsetIf your daysBeen hard,If you wantTo disappear,Go ride.Ride to a sunset.Don’t stop untilYou reach theHorizon.Never look back.Not until youHave cleared yourMind.Watch the sun sinkInto the ground.Tomorrow youWill findYourself again,Having a bad day,Riding to a sunset. Where the Wild RoamFar beyond theFlower blossomed hills,Farther from whereMost would go.They will be there.Grazing throughLand that hasn’tBeen touched byAny human hand.A secret placeWhere they can play.Without a worryIn the world.Free to frolicAnd roam wherever.Where the wild roam,Without a care,Without a fear. Loyal Friend and CompanionWhen people thinkAbout the wordsLoyal and Companion,They think about dogs.But for me,My loyal friendsAnd companions,Are horses.Some people thinkHorses cannot be loyal,Or a good companion.But they can be.Teach them fromAnd early age.You will find,Horses can be betterLoyal friends and Companions,Than even a dog. Lost in a StormOne thing IHave learned,Is to neverRide in aThunder Storm.Horse gets scared,You get bucked off.There you layOn the cold ground.Lost in a storm.You yell,No one hears you.Your stuck somewhere.You don’t know where,You with you didn’t go.Hours pass.The horse comes back.She’s not alone.She brings help.Saves you from the storm. Forest RideRain fall,Makes for a fresh scent.Mist cover,Makes for a mysterious ride.Wolves prowling,Howling, hunting, leering in the shadows.Horse tensing,Scared by wolves, waiting for your comfort.Your hands,Rub the horses’ neck for his comfort and yours.Forest ride,Beautiful, calming, Wonderful, forever amazing. RunningNever run alone.Take your loyal companion.Take the path thatLeads to calm pools,Where horses dotThe land around.Run with them.Be one with them.They will be yourBest friends for eternity.Running with the horses,Clears the mind,Heals the heart. Only HorsesThere’s something about horsesThat makes me feel like noOther human can make me feel.There’s a sence of belonging,Of being needed,Of being loved.There’s a joy beyond any otherThat I get when with them,When riding them.There’s no other feeling like it,The feeling of peace,Of freedom.But only with the horses. My LifeHorses are my life line.If they are to fade,I shall fade with them.As long as horses are up on the Earth,So shall I be.For now I am here in both body and spirit,But when my physical body dies,My spirit will forever linger here among the horses.The spirit of the horse is one with my spirit.We will forever be connected by an unbreakable bond.I may not be with them all the time physically,But mentally and spiritually,I am with them Always.