On the surface I’m refined, elegant even. Like a champion mare in a dressage event, I’m contained, exact in my movements, my decisions. I don’t chomp at the bit, but arch prettily against it, preforming complex maneuvers with practiced ease.
But underneath I’m untamable and high strung. Free of restraint I race like a filly across the moors of life, mane flowing in the wind, head held high, heart pounding. Passion and power surge through my veins as I prance on the edge of out-of-control.
The cool exterior belies the fire within. It’s my secret. One I reveal to only a select few. But for those who pause and look closely, deeply, intently, they will find behind my long lashed green eyes a wild, uninhibited tempest that has never been bridled.