{"id":2074,"date":"2024-02-06T10:12:25","date_gmt":"2024-02-06T10:12:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=2074"},"modified":"2026-03-30T14:30:26","modified_gmt":"2026-03-30T14:30:26","slug":"choices-have-consequences","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/choices-have-consequences\/","title":{"rendered":"Choices have Consequences."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

In life’s journey, listen closely to what’s said,
“The poison won’t hurt you,” it’s often spread.
But remember well, there’s truth in this phrase,
In the choices you make, in life’s winding maze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sip, a taste, temptation can call,
It might seem harmless, but it’s a close fall.
In this world of light and shadowy hue,
Our decisions shape what we go through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At every step, there’s a choice to make,
To stand tall or falter, to give or take.
For poison hides in the things we desire,
But only when we let it in does it conspire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So pay attention, let wisdom lead,
In each moment, consider what you need.
Though poison may tempt with its deadly spell,
It’s up to you whether to bid it farewell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The poison won’t harm you if you don’t partake,
So choose wisely, for your own sake.
In the end, it’s your path to mend,
So tread carefully, my dear friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by Walking Shadow poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In life’s journey, listen closely to what’s said,“The poison won’t hurt you,” it’s often spread.But remember well, there’s truth in this phrase,In the choices you make, in life’s winding maze. A sip, a taste, temptation can call,It might seem harmless, but it’s a close fall.In this world of light and shadowy hue,Our decisions shape what […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2121,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[64,65,67,50,66,22],"class_list":["post-2074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-choices","tag-consequences","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwordpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/pexels-photo-1771809.jpeg?fit=1880%2C1253&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2856,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-poison-we-drank-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2074,"position":0},"title":"The Poison We Drank by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"December 5, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"We let greed take over,Let it quietly whisper,\"More, more, more,\"Until it became a voice louder than our own.We lost sight of what truly matters,Chasing after things that never filled the emptiness. 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