Blame Only Yourself
When the storm of consequence batters your door,
And life's echoes remind of mistakes made before,
When shadows of choices stretch long in the night,
And regrets gather, unyielding, in stubborn twilight—
Look not outward for a villain to name,
But turn inward and own your share of the blame.
The path you've walked, each twist and bend,
Was shaped by the will you chose to expend.
The seeds of action, sown without care,
Bloom into burdens you're now forced to bear.
No puppet master guides your fate;
The strings were yours—both love and hate.
Blame not the winds, nor the fickle sea,
For the course you set was your destiny.
Not the stars above, nor the earth below,
But the hands at the helm made the vessel go.
Excuses are shackles; responsibility, the key—
To rise from regret and again be free.
