A stallion I’m not, but neither a nag.
No more harness.
No more whip.
No more bit in the mouth for this filly.
Now, I’m free to kick up my heels if I want to.
Free to race through the pasture, splitting the wind as I go.
Free to say what I want, whinny if I will, and blaze a new trail that leads where I want to go.
When have you gotten free of an entanglement you regretted? How long has it been since you ran against the wind?