To Ride Again
I wish I could ride
I'm afraid to reach out and touch the gifts in my life
Years of abuse in a cult makes it hard for me to trust
Right now, if I could just climb on my horse
Feel him breath in and out, my precious gift
And climb aboard
Nothing fancy
Even a walk would do
Just sitting and sharing a moment atop my painted pony
I would even take that
I wish old lies, fear and shame would die
Or at least loosen their grip on me
The joy riding gave me as a girl
Kept me going in my darkest moments
Horses were my vehicle of hope
I wish I could ride
Once again
Ride
* Indy, my blue eyed Paint in the photo, was a gift from a couple in a nearby town that had heard of my story, and they wanted me to find peace through riding, and my gift horse has been amazing! But right now I'm stuck in fear, from old threats about my animals.
This is my personal wish
Comments
lovely wish faved and nomed x
Thank you so much Susan!
definately a wish i hope comes true jenny tina x
TY Tina! I hope so too!
Susan,
Thank you so very much for sharing some of your experience with me. I have a similar early riding initiation....I was riding unassisted by three (ponies , but by seven had graduated to 16 hand steeds)
Reading, for me too was an escape route along with riding. I'm so sorry you had experience the uncertainty and chaos of a violent, alcoholic home life. I really appreciate your offer to talk, and I might take you up on that! Do you still ride? I understand about the cost and not being able to afford them. We are currently selling my hubby's gelding because we need the funds for the same reason. But I'm grateful to still have my boy.
Thanks again Susan!
Jenny