As the wind hurtles past my face,
Everything goes blurry-
There's a dull thumping of hooves,
A dead weight in my hands-
Getting stronger and stronger.

The strength is impossible to fight,
I don't know where we're going,
Or where we'll stop.

A sensation I used to love-
A sensation I used to thrive off,
Riding relaxed me-
Took all my worries away.

Now I'm petrified-
The courage I used to have, gone.
The worst thing is,
Admitting I'm scared of horses,
The thing I love most.