Lekhny Story -26-Jun-2024

Guilt sits heavy, a shadowed weight, In silent hours, it contemplates. A whisper soft, a haunting shade, In quiet thoughts, it masquerades.

A deed once done, now lingers still, A scar upon the heart and will. Regret's sharp edge, it carves so deep, In restless nights, it steals our sleep.

It chains the soul, a phantom's tether, A storm within, no calm or weather. The past returns, it calls our name, In every glance, we see the same.

Yet in this weight, a truth does hide, A lesson learned, a turning tide. For guilt can guide, a beacon bright, To seek what's just, to make things right.

So let it be, a guiding star, Not just a wound, but who we are. In guilt's embrace, redemption lies, A second chance to rise, to rise.