Release the Shame
Breathe—
the air does not judge you.
It fills your lungs the same
as saints and sinners alike.
Lay down the heavy stone
you’ve been carrying in your chest,
the one carved with “should have known better”
and “not enough.”
The past is a ghost
only kept alive by your remembering.
Let it fade into smoke—
soft, formless, forgiven.
You are not the wound,
you are the healing.
You are not the silence,
you are the song breaking through it.
Step out from the shadows
you built to protect yourself.
The world is not waiting to condemn you—
it is waiting to hold you.
Say it aloud:
“I am still worthy.”
And mean it.
Even if your voice trembles.
Even if your heart doesn’t believe it yet.
Because one day,
you’ll wake and realize
the shame slipped away in the night—
and what remains
is only you,
finally free.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
