The child tells only
the white horse
who listens
keeping secrets
safe
inside a
free and gentle spirit
sweeter than honeysuckle
stronger than truth
steadier than the horizon
The White Horse
runs like the wind
mane flying
like water against time
when the child
hears the footsteps
coming in the dark
She runs away
until she becomes
a white speck
a star
against
a black sky
too hard to track
hidden amongst
clouded constellations
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I think this is can be related to being disassociated while being molested, but also at other times when the verbal abuse from mom was a bit too much. I simply went somewhere else. I was safe there. The White Horse is a symbol of my spirit, and it retreated into some corner of my being or my mind, which is possibly why I escaped relatively unscathed from my past. It's just been lately that this 'White Horse' has been, shall we say, coming out of hiding. Or my unconscious resurfacing to consciousness. And it really bothers me sometimes still, although not so much now that I've had another look at it instead of trying to repress it again.
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