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Poem for thought
I didn’t find the connection,
—it found me.
Somewhere between the dust kicked up at dawn
and the quiet thunder of a heartbeat
bigger than mine could ever dream to be.
See,
a horse doesn’t lie.
A horse doesn’t sugar-coat your spirit
or buy into the small-talk stories
you tell the world to sound strong.
No—
a horse walks straight through your walls
like they were never built to stop anything
except yourself.
I met mine
in the space between fear and freedom,
hands shaking,
heart racing,
trying to convince myself I knew what I was doing.
He just looked at me—
that slow, steady, ancient look—
like he’d already read the chapters
I was too scared to open.
And in that moment,
I learned something.
Connection isn’t a rope.
It isn’t reins.
It isn’t who sits higher in the saddle
or who weighs more in the fight.
Connection
is the breath you release
when you stop trying to impress something
that already knows the truth.
It’s the way he steps forward
when the world steps back.
It’s the way his ears flick
like he’s tuning in to the frequency
of your unspoken prayers.
It’s the rhythm your heart finds
when his hooves hit the ground
in perfect, pounding harmony.
He carries my weight
—yes—
but he also carries my silence,
my storm,
the kind of hurt I only admit
when the wind is loud enough
to steal my confession.
With him,
I am unhidden.
Unmasked.
Unbreakable in a way
that has nothing to do with being tough
and everything to do with being trusted.
Because real connection?
It isn’t learned.
It’s earned.
In the sweat.
In the patience.
In the thousand small yeses
you whisper without ever opening your mouth.
And one day—
without warning,
without fanfare,
without any moment Instagram would notice—
he looks at you.
Not past you,
not around you,
not through you—
at you.
And you feel it.
That invisible line.
That quiet bond.
That unspoken vow
that says:
I’ve got you.
Not because you forced it.
Not because you bought it.
Not because you demanded it.
But because you showed up
honest.
Human.
Humble.
And you listened.
So no—
I didn’t find the connection.
It found me.
In the steady sanctuary
of a creature who asks for nothing
but your truth
and gives you everything
with a single stride.
Between hoofbeats,
I met myself.
And somehow—
he chose
to run beside me.
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