I have a horse named Pride
I keep it housed in the barn
Of my self-will
And stubborn decisions.
I have a horse named Pride
I feed it regularly
In the paddock and field
Of my vanity and ego.
I have a horse named Pride
That I like to saddle up and
Ride on through trails
Of my self-determination.
I have a horse named Pride
That I steer with the bridle
And reins of my reckless
Self-assured ability.
My horse named Pride
Is hard to control
And gallops off
On its destructive path.
And my horse named Pride
Has led me to a fall
And injury to more than
Just my ego.
I didn't listen to my instructors
Called wisdom and caution
But I saddled up Pride
And rode off to my own demise.
Pain has taught me
It's time to get off my high horse
Called Pride and relinquish the reins
Of my life to God who knows best.
(By: Melanie Boutiette, circa March 2021; written as I still struggle to overcome my injury from a fall off a horse.)