Spirit Animal

Her skin is translucent. 

Blood rushes to her cheeks as she speaks. 

Her eyes are piercing. 

Mahogany doors to the depths of her soul. 

Her hair is like wildfire. 

It cannot be tamed. 


Like a foal she is young, 

But she lifted her head within the first hour. 

She learned how to walk, she developed her trot, 

And now she is running up the hill. 

She seldom looks back, except to her mom, 

Who taught her everything when she was young. 

And now she puts on her two hooves, 

With responsibility over what she may choose. 

On her path, there are two main things,

Learning to laugh and enjoy what life brings.