There are things that I regret
Opportunities missed, desires suppressed
Feelings for others, never expressed
Being held back by irrational fear
Clouded by doubt for reasons unclear
Looking back at all these with a sigh
“If only” is the phrase that makes me cry
Regrets weigh me down each step of my way
Prevent me from enjoying what I have today..
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In accumulating the burden of each regret
Wallowing in self-pity, I did forget
Whatever I did, made me who I am now
The things I regret have molded me somehow
They were lessons that I learnt the hard way
I would not be the same even if I could replay
And reverse the many errors I committed-
I suddenly felt light when this truth I admitted
The unpredictability of life necessitates
Living it by throwing off one’s back all the weights
Thus I decided to toss my regrets in the air
And face my present with shoulders square.
I love the turn this poem took. Nicely done.
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Thanks..I have to end my poems on a positive note:)
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I notice that–and I like it!
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