05/21/2026
Where the Horse Keeps Her Sorrows
The white horse came to her
on a quiet moon night,
when the rivers were sleeping
and even the wind spoke softly.
He lowered his head beside her
as if he already knew
the weight she carried inside.
“Why do you walk
with so much sadness in your spirit?”
the horse asked.
The girl touched his silver mane
and answered:
“Because I have loved deeply.
Because I have lost things
I cannot call back.”
The horse stood silent for a long while.
Then he said,
“The earth loses the leaves every autumn,
yet spring still returns.
The moon disappears,
yet she always finds her way back to the sky.”
The girl closed her eyes,
listening.
His breath was warm as cedar smoke.
His heartbeat sounded
like distant drums beneath the mountains.
“My people once believed,”
the horse whispered,
“that sorrow is not meant
to be carried forever.
You must place some of it
into the hands of the earth.”
So she leaned her forehead against his,
and little by little,
her grief flowed out
like rain returning to the soil.
The stars watched quietly.
And before dawn arrived,
the horse spoke once more:
“You are not alone, daughter of the earth.
Even wounded spirits
still deserve to run free.”
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn
