In the Wake of Choices: The Agony of Consequences

Mihar Diaries . . .

In the tapestry of life, we’re bound,
By actions’ chains, both lost and found,
The weight of choices, oh so heavy,
In their wake, the heart feels unsteady.

A cruel truth, we can’t deny,
Each act, a tear in the fabric of the sky,
Consequences like a stormy sea,
Tossing our souls, making us plea.

The scars of deeds, like shadows, loom,
Haunting whispers in the quiet room,
Regret and sorrow, a constant pain,
A never-ending, ceaseless rain.

The love we’ve hurt, the trust we’ve broken,
Words unspoken, hearts left unspoken,
A symphony of sorrow, we must bear,
A heavy cross, a cross to wear.

But in the depths of darkness, there’s a light,
A chance to mend, to make things right,
To face the tempest, brave the tide,
And let our wounded hearts collide.

Emotions deep as oceans wide,
In our souls, we must confide,
With tears as our redemption’s key,
To heal the wounds and set hearts free.

For living with the consequences dear,
Demands a soul so brave and clear,
To face the pain, the guilt, the fear,
And find a way to persevere.

In the depths of our despair, we find,
A chance to heal the wounded mind,
To turn the page, to start anew,
And let the light of hope shine through.

Let us embrace the pain, the strife,
For it is the essence of a deeper life,
To bear the weight of what’s been done,
And seek redemption beneath the sun.