Poetry by Maggie Grinnell!
The horse is mine. I want to run outside but my feet won't let me.
They are cemented to the floor like nails to a magnet
My arms will not swing. Usually they can outwrestle anyone.
But they are limp, like mom's overcooked noodles.
As the horse draws nearer to my window, the stiffer my body is becoming.
The four-legged animal looks me dead in the eye. Then, I understand.
My body became nervous and didn't know how to accept such a gift.
My feet unhinged, my arms slightly stiffened and the rest of my body said, "Ok. Now go enjoy."