I have learnt to rein in feelings
like a rider with a colt
that is not hemmed in by ceilings
but that only wants to bolt.
I have learnt to calm my cravings
with a quick flick of my whip,
for my heart bears the engravings
of the times I lost my grip.
But now that my colt is stabled,
you come asking for a ride!
I will try once more to let go,
let my heartstrings be my guide.