I really had to laugh when I read the anonymous review that I received for my piece titled "Carousels". Hahaha! Why, you ask? Well, because that is honestly the very first piece I have ever written where I used symbols. I never really thought I would be able to pull it off, so I just never tried. So ironic that it was on a topic like this, ha.

Anyway, for those of you wondering what the hell it is about, here is the explanation (I don't know how clear this will be, so bear with me):

It is written in a female's point of view. The critical girl with the dark, veiled eyes is nothing more than the reflection of the girl on the carousel.

Okay, how many of you got that point, by show of hands? (leave a review. I want to know how clear I made that. Lol.)

On with the explanation attempt... In other words, she is her own worst enemy; being so critical of herself to the point of self-destruction. But when others pick away at the girl, she just has to clench her teeth and be on her way, dealing with the results later in her own way. The "tempting her to drink" part means tempting her to cut–it's how she deals.

The children and relatives are people around her that she really has no visible connection with. But even though they have their smiles and laughter, they have flaws and difficulties as well–so, in a sense, they do have a connection. Also, they are on the same carousel (I will elaborate on that point in a moment.)

I see the horse as being a figure in her life that she holds high in regard. For different people it could be anyone, or even anything, like a habit or whatever. For her, it was a person. It was telling the girl to take caution as she looked at herself, because he knew she would cause damage, and he loves her, so he didn't what that to happen again. The girl, in her mind, asked who she (herself) was, but in her mind the voice of her reflection replied that she had to find herself before she could know. That is true because if you find yourself, your identity will also be revealed–much easier said than done, of course.

Back to the children... well, and the carousel... The carousel basically represents life and a pattern, if you will. It has controls for the speed, direction, music, and lights. The same is true for real life. The lights and music are really just the little things that brighten or darken it.
So, the girl and the children are all on this carousel. She is judging herself as everyone else always is, and the kids are soaking in the happiness of the moments about them. When it it is time to leave the carousel and the children disappear as they jump, it does not necessarily mean that they all have died (though some did. I'll get to that in a sec). For many of them, it just means that each one had to move on to the next stage in their life; growing up. Though I picture the girl as being about sixteen or eighteen years of age, she still has a lot of growing up to do (all of the other children range in ages from four to fourteen or fifteen). Some of the children did die physically–some were murdered, and some were very ill. Some of the children died mentally– from all kinds of abuse, and from the loss of a loved one. And some died because their innocence was taken from them–sexually, or they saw too much and endured too much from parents (drinking, etc.) and too much responsibility was given to them too soon (they had to take care of siblings, or cook and clean, go to school reliably, care for their smashed/high parents, etc.). Those that didn't die continued on with living their lives, and grew up.
But as for the for the girl–she was afraid to even see what was out there beyond everything that she was used to. She held herself back, thinking she couldn't do anything correctly, and anything good enough. She was the type of girl that had one or two close friends, but not one person in the world that she could actually talk to and reveal her true self. She was too secured in that mindset of not being enough to even see.
So, when she was forced to take the chance, she had to find what was left of her will power and courage, and she just had to do it. She kissed the horse for everything, for loving her, then she went to the edge. Feeling the blood on her hand frightened her and she looked back to the horse for reassurance. When she saw the horse's head covered in blood, it brought him off of the high pedestal that she viewed him on–in reality, he was just as vulnerable as she. Realizing this did not make her love him any less. She turned forward and whispered things of hope, a promise, a wish. Once she made her honest vow, maybe to God, perhaps to herself or someone or something else, she actually jumped, willing herself to be put out there, even when in a vulnerable state. She had never been able to move on from past events before now, and when she finally believed that she could push herself in the direction she wanted to go, her "wings" took her to extraordinary places in her life (so, she did not die).

I really hope that was not too jumbled. It could really be seen from all different points of views, but this is how I saw it–because the girl is pretty much me. If you didn't understand something about it, leave a review and I'll do my best to clear that up. ;)