Yours
By mcwehrli

You feel the breeze move your hair, even under your black helmet that is one size too big for your head. You horse moves under neath you reacting to every tug of the reins and every squeeze from your legs. You were told that this horse wouldn’t listen, that he was stubborn, that no one liked riding him, but here he is, listening to you. You were his boss and he no longer was in control. You rode him for weeks and weeks because no one else would. You would jump him over the jumps that had never been attempted before while riding him because everyone feared he would throw them. But he loved jumping, he loved it and he was good at it he always landed right and changed his canter on the turns without you even having to ask. You took him to competitions, winning first place in jumping every time. He was still wild and reckless but when a thunderstorm spooked him, and he bucked you off, you still wanted to get back on him, because he was yours and you loved him, even though your hands started to shake and you were scared, you got back on him. And he calmed down, and still listened to you even though he was scared too. And that’s when you knew, that he was yours, and nothing could ever change that.