Flying – NaPoWriMo #9

When I was 11 I learned to fly.

That’s when I started

horseback riding

I was chubby

and not at all athletic

but I got on a horse

and I could FLY

There was nothing better.

I wasn’t a natural

I took lessons

I struggled to balance,

to post,

to keep my hands soft,

to keep heels down, eyes up

But somehow the struggles

on top of a horse

were challenges I wanted

Unlike the struggles

in gym class

to throw and hit a ball,

to climb a rope,

to run a mile,

that humiliated me

Because riding

I was never alone.

It was never them against me,

the horse with me.

It was us, and we could fly.