Haunting Skies

Yesterday’s shadow looms so tall,

A silent witness to every fall.

Its voice, a whisper, cruel and clear,

Reminding me of every fear.

The paths I walked, the dreams I lost,

Each mistake etched, a heavy cost.

Promises broken, hope turned gray,

Failures dance in yesterday’s play.

I see the cracks where I once stood,

The ruin of all I thought was good.

Regret’s cold hand grips my heart,

Tearing each fragile piece apart.

But today’s light begins to rise,

Challenging those haunting skies.

For failures are lessons, scars that heal,

Proof that I’m human, proof I still feel.

So though yesterday’s weight is hard to bear,

Its grip is fleeting, its pain unfair.

I’ll step forward, despite its claim,

For failure is not the end of the game.