Expectations

No, I wasn't a safe thing for you.

a dancing, frolicking, prancing colt of a girl
with a terribly ponderous bridle,
always trotting along
in some other place than this world.

shelter entinced me, walls held me
safe within their confines, but only briefly,
until the world outside began to press in,
fitting me for it's iron shoes and saddle.

No, I'm not broken in yet,

and if it's safe you want, look somewhere else.