Cowboy Starts Therapy Group for Boots with Abandonment Issues
“They’re scuffed, unloved, tossed in sheds,
Boots with trauma in their treads.”
So Cowboy Dan, with heart so wide,
Formed a circle and let boots cry.
Steel-toe wept, “I lost my mate,”
While snakeskin hissed, “I carry hate.”
The hiking boot confessed he’s fake,
Bought for fashion, not for stake.
They journaled deep and healed their soles,
And found new purpose, filling roles.
One boot became a flower pot,
Another a shrine to love forgot.
Now therapists ask, “How do you feel?”
And folks reply, “Like a boot that’s real.”
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on March 25, 2023 by Alan Nafzger