09/27/2024
“The Silent Screams Of The Horse”
photo by: B&J photography
I hear your sounds
They come, but they are hollow,
drifting past me like empty wind.
You speak in rhythms that mean nothing here,
not to me, not in this space
where my heart beats its own language.
I fear your approach,
your footsteps heavy, foreign,
a stranger to my senses,
I know you are not one of my kind.
You wear your fear, aggression like a second skin
Its scent clings to the air between us,
and I respond in kind,
the instinct, the pull to flee.
Your touch, sharp and heavy,
laden with tension I do not understand,
yet my body knows.
It screams with its own logic:
Run. Move. Get away.
But I am frozen,
caught between flight and fight,
a prisoner of this trembling moment.
I see your actions,
and they are filled with needs
that are not mine,
that press against me
but do not soothe.
So I stand, unmoving,
too fearful to flee,
too small to fight.
In this stillness,
I become a ghost of myself,
and you think you’ve won,
because I do not resist.
But inside, I am screaming
if only you could hear,
if only you could understand
the language my body knows,
but cannot speak.
This...is this how it will be?
To stay safe,
to remain unseen, untouched,
because to move is too much,
to fight is too much,
and all that’s left
is this frozen place
where I am still,
and you do not know
how much I wish to be heard.
Inspiration:
This is written to honor those horses that have been and still are being put through outdated approaches that fail to develop them into thriving, willing partners; only automatons to the riders will.
Key thoughts:
I hear your sounds, but they have no meaning; I fear your approach because you are not one of my kind. I smell your hypertension and fear, so I respond in kind; your touch is full of tension that heightens my need to flee. Your action only fills your needs and not mine. So I stand too much fear to run, too fearful to fight, I remain frozen, for it allows you to think you have won. In this state, I stay safe. Is this my life going forward. If only you could understand what my body is screaming.