Bad choices haunt me, shadows in my wake, Each misstep carved from haste or fear\'s sharp ache. They linger, heavy, like a storm\'s last breath, Whispering guilt, stealing peace from death. But through the cracks, a stubborn light will creep, Lessons grow where broken paths run deep. I\'ll walk again, wiser, scars as ok my guide, Turning mistakes into a fiercer stride.