My Skeltonic poem!

My Horse

Just that feel,
Like an electric eel
Shocking you,
As if someone’s tugging at your shoe,
You ask, who?
Well, my horse
Of course,
All I need in life is my horse,
When I’m with him, nothing else matters
But when I’m not, my heart shatters,
Into one thousand pieces,
Just being with him, my heart beat increases,
When I sit on him I spill out my feelings,
I do not need any healings,
Horses and riding, are what make me unique.
Weather we need to pass a creek,
Or a forest,
That’s one thing that makes riding the best.
The stable is the only place that makes me feel at home,
To be incredible,
The atmosphere is something indescribable,
The way we are all so close always gives me a sensation,
And also a motivation,
To be myself,
No matter what’s on my shelf,
Weather I’m rich or poor, everyone loves me the same,
Cuz when I first came,
I did feel shame,
And lame,
But once everybody offered me their help and support,
All I could see was that this was my home.
And now when people say,
Horseback riding is easy,
And that all you do is pay
For all your mistakes,
I sometimes feel like explaining to them all that it takes,
But it makes me too upset,
And I will not let,
Other people offend,
Cuz with my horse I do not need to pretend.
They also have no idea what it takes,
To soar fast,
And past,
All kinds of difficulties,
And intricacies,
That could cost you your life.
But they do not understand,
It’s not all planned,
Not at all,
The horses tall,
You could fall,
You could die,
You also sometimes have to lie,
You learn how to live your existence,
That’s simply something that requires persistence.