Bad Choices

William Hromada

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.

  • Author: ROSHI (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2025 05:10
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    The learning from experience where what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. A great message in this poem.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    William, this is a striking piece. The shadows of regret, the light through cracks, the scars guiding forward…you’ve captured growth from pain beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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