Shame Is A Ghostly Cowboy 

Shame is a ghost of things past 

Trying to drag you down to hell 

Trying to wrap you up and suffocate you 

It wants nothing more than for you to join it in its grave 

Shame is a ghost haunting us from our past 

Over the things we did, and the things we said 

Light doesn’t burn this ghost away 

It is not bound by moonlight, or starlight 

It knows no boundaries 

Knows no restrictions 

It cannot be stopped by salt 

Or invocations 

Shame is a ghost that haunts our waking, and sleeping hours 

It rides you like a monkey backpack  

Riding along on a border collie at the rodeo 

We are the bucking bronco, or bull  

And shame is the persistent champion 

Clinging to us with thighs of steel 

As we buck run and jump trying to tear it off 

But there is hope shame doesn’t long for an audience  

It thrives on silence, desperation, and isolation 

Talking about it and all the ways that we have failed real or imagined 

Loosens its grip, and eventually it falls off 

Unable to keep its grip as we own the mistakes and move on 

That’s not to say it wont jump back on, and make us buck it off again 

Shame is a persistent and never ending foe 

But there is hope if you just own it and talk it out.