The flaws I commit do not just vanish when the world forgives, but they linger in the core of one’s memory,
The flaws I commit sleep beneath my skin, but sometimes awakens in quiet hours when the night feels too fragile,
The flaws I commit replay as soft hauntings, small reminders that I cannot just simply lie to my own soul,
The flaws I commit tighten like rope around my own ribs, invisible to others yet suffocating from within,
The flaws I commit build a wall between who I was and who I might have been in the future…
Wrongness isn’t really about getting punished, it’s more about the constant nagging in your head that just won’t quit,
Wrongness isn’t really about getting punished, it’s when I trade compassion for gain and watch my spirit diminish,
Wrongness isn’t really about getting punished, it’s for every unkind act that leaves a residue the heart cannot scrub clean.
Wrongness isn’t really about getting punished, it’s when I wear a mask so long I forget my original face value I believe in,
Wrongness isn’t really about getting punished, it’s about teaching me that justice is not law but inner harmony disturbed…
Regret is like a mirror I am forced to face when silence no longer hides in me,
Regret is like a mirror reflecting not what I lost, but what I became,
Regret is like a mirror that asks, again and again, Was it worth your peace?,
Regret is like a mirror that bends light toward humility, even as it blinds with truth,
Regret is like a mirror for I see clearer through my shame than through my pride…
Morality requires courage—that quiet kind, born not of applause but of repentance,
Morality requires courage to confront the self that harmed and seek repair instead of denial,
Morality demands the courage to rebuild what has been broken, one honest brick at a time,
Morality demands the courage to traverse the wreckage and salvage what remains of goodness,
Morality demands courage, for goodness is forged in the very fire that once consumed me…
Peace returns slowly like a dawn breaking over old ruins, gently revealing what’s still inside there,
Peace returns slowly when I stop defending my wrongs and begin learning from their scars,
Peace returns slowly, when compassion replaces guilt as part of the language of my heart,
Peace returns slowly, when forgiveness stops being like a favor and becomes more of a discipline,
Peace returns slowly, and I rise lighter, even wiser, untethered by the chains I built for myself…
Watchwords:
• The wrongs I commit continues to linger
• Wrongness is a self-inflicted curse
• Regret is like your own mirror
• Morality requires more of a courage
• Peace returns slowly like the way
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
