I succumbed to persistent temptations, and now I'm paying for it.
My choices caused me to travel along a path that resulted in this heavy load.
I can't really carry the burden of shame I currently carry.
The world looks so hopeless to me, and all I have is the shame I have been harboring.
I made the decision and I took the risk.
I'm now in this situation.
But perhaps in time, I'll realise that there are unavoidable consequences to every action.
Regret is a difficult burden to carry, and I can't help but cry thinking about all the things I could have done and all the battles I could have won.
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Odubo Ukam
I am a poet, I mix my words as much as I want to pass my heart out to my readers
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Every action has consequences 🥺
Hmm, touching and very relatable! Whether bad or good we must all face the ripple effects from decisions we make. That is the power of Choice! and decisions must be made daily, they either take us up or they bring us down! And we must be ready to face these outcomes! I pray we make the right decisions as we journey through life.
Everyone faces the consequence of what they do and this make one strong