“Look, Mom! No hands!”
I rode my bike with abandon.
And suddenly it became a horse,
My faithful steed,
Transporting me from the world where I lived
To the world where I wanted to live…

To a world without limits,
Free of judgments and pain—
A world of love
And possibility!

My trusty steed is gone,
A too small bike discarded.
But I still hold the magic
In my mind
And heart!

Three Things Challenge #578