Rock Bottom

Guilt's weight, a stone upon your chest,

A choice you made, a path distressed.

You saw the thorns, the coming rain,

Yet hope for strength, a whispered plea in vain.

The storm descends, its fury breaks,

The consequence of mistakes you make.

Painful lessons, tears that fall,

Wishing for rewind, to answer a different call.

But even storms must pass in time,

The sun will rise, the healing climb.

Though heavy now, this weight may ease,

With self-forgiveness, a gentle breeze.

For in your weakness, there is grace,

To learn and grow, to find your pace.

Let go of burdens, burdens you hold,

Embrace forgiveness, a story yet untold.