She Did It

Tears burning, streaming, washing dirty, little cheeks fear and anger battling inside losing and winning She hears the hated words 'You're too little' 'You're too stupid' 'You're too ugly' 'You're too young' 'You can't do it' Anger and determination fill her tiny chest forward she strides climbing the fence her eyes on the prize throwing caution to the wind Sun is shining beating down on her form sweat beads on her forehead tiny tongue licking her lips Reaching out just a little further And she falls, hardly able to breath past the pain and fear she climbs again her eyes glued on her desire she tries again, and again And she thinks 'I am not too little' 'I'm not too stupid' 'Ugly doesn't matter here' 'I'm not a baby' 'And I can so do it' She asks, speak her heart, asking to be allowed this And it comes closer Gentle and gold-lit by the afternoon's rays It is beautiful Her eyes water at the gift being offered so wondrous it is She reaches out afraid it will vanish with her hope She eases over securing her hold balancing delicately pushing off the fence holding tightly then pulling herself up Almost falling again, she climbs and pulls Sits upright, looking around the view is the same yet so different from such a perch She reaches down petting, stroking, speaking sweet words giving thanks for this chance the ginger mare nickers tossing her head mane flying golden threads in the sunlight yet man cannot achieve what comes so naturally Such purity, and power in one simple beast And the girl cries so great her joy is Her short little legs not reaching the mare's side so small is she But she did it The mare walked about in circles A powerful beast so gentle and pure Trapped in the small corral She gave a gift to the girl: Freedom