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.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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The learning from experience where what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. A great message in this poem.
Thank you friend
You are most welcome my friend
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. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, pain brings growth I guess.
For sure! Most welcome!
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