Blame 📝

A finger points, a voice cries out,

For someone guilty, filled with doubt.

A scapegoat sought, a reason why,

For shadowed skies and tear-stained eye.

But wait, hold fast, before you leap,

A silent question, buried deep.

A silvered surface, cool and clear,

Reflecting truths you hold so dear.

Do you seek blame, a target found?

Then face the mirror, on solid ground.

Begin right there, with searching gaze,

Within that frame, through life's long maze.

The world, it spins, a chaotic dance,

Unfairness blooms, a bitter chance.

And yes, perhaps, the odds are stacked,

A game of fortune, wrongly tracked.

But in that storm, a steadfast guide,

The choices made, where true powers hide.

For though the world's a raging sea,

My ship I steer, eternally.

I cannot bind the wild wind's breath,

Nor halt the hand of cruelest death.

I cannot force the sun to gleam,

Nor wake a long-forgotten dream.

The seeds are sown by forces vast,

But how they bloom, how long they last,

Depends on me, the soil I till,

My will, my strength, against the chill.

The action swirls, a cosmic play,

But my reaction lights the way.

So look within, before you blame,

And claim your power in the game.