Through the Ears of a Horse
by Amber, age 14

A black mist of shadows cloaks my eyes,
While a cadence collides with a whispering sound.
Until it unveils itself to show light that does not blend with my sighs,
though I soon realize I am floating but two feet off of the ground.
A sweet nicker emits and breaks the silence of regret,
And I find myself joyful, with an incredible feeling.
Scars of the past are gone and a new path is set,
There are no walls, a roof, or a ceiling,
and the feeling of confinement is long gone with my fret,
Due to the break of the pattern I have ridden this far, I find my course,
for the world is ours for the taking through the ears of a horse.