I want to be a wild horse,
Because freedom calls my name
Not just to run, but to live unbound,
To chase the sun and outrun shame.
I dream of beauty fierce and bright,
A mane that glows in golden light;
No mirrors judging how I move,
Just muscles singing in the night.
Let me gallop through open fields,
Where wind and wildflowers intertwine
I crave the beauty of untamed things,
Of living boldly, crossing lines.
This world draws lines, builds quiet walls,
But freedom is my heart’s true course;
I long to show the world my soul
The fearless beauty of a wild horse.
So if you see me running far,
With hair and hope both wild and free,
Know I am chasing beauty’s truth:
A wild horse, free and proud to be.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
I want to be a wild horse,
Because freedom calls my name
Not just to run, but to live unbound,
To chase the sun and outrun shame.
I dream of beauty fierce and bright,
A mane that glows in golden light;
No mirrors judging how I move,
Just muscles singing in the night.
Let me gallop through open fields,
Where wind and wildflowers intertwine
I crave the beauty of untamed things,
Of living boldly, crossing lines.
This world draws lines, builds quiet walls,
But freedom is my heart’s true course;
I long to show the world my soul
The fearless beauty of a wild horse.
So if you see me running far,
With hair and hope both wild and free,
Know I am chasing beauty’s truth:
A wild horse, free and proud to be.
I wrote this poem about wanting to be a wild horse mentally, free and beautiful, without a care in the world.
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