Regret
Covers me like a blanket
Smothering..
Regret
An endless bucket
We pour into separate cups
Drink tea laced with cyanide
Stare at toxic tea leaves
Left
Residue
Clings
Is dredged up
With each new tide washing over a being
I wish
Heartfelt sigh
Regrets build as time drifts by
A small mountain
A tall wall
Over which we drag heavy feet
If at all
Regret is why people rush for a clean slate
They cannot participate in any more of this morbid turbidity drug on incoming sigh
Relentless
They decide to leave
Start again – a new life
Or at least a final curtain
Regret lives in a person
So therefore
Change the person
Lose the regret
And with such painful steps at every breath
I see the reasoning
But have come to believe in
A better purpose
For regret
And put to purpose
Everything
Changes.
Regret is a filter
We apply out of habit but what if we began to look at it
Differently
What if that led to this and therefore you would have missed
Something worthwhile
If not for that much regretted thing that you did
What if it was part of the path and you weren’t supposed to take on the task of so harshly judging yourself
Perhaps everything really does happen for a reason
Our lives turn seasons
Like trees
Shedding leaves
Imagine if trees began clinging to things
That were merely supposed to fall
Be like the trees
Drop it all
Drop
It
All
It is what it is.
Now just live
And let the rest fall
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Amazingly I have not given in to regret in a long while. Somehow I caught on to it’s futility a while back and started saying, “Hmmm, it’ll be interesting to see how this decision plays out in the future.” and yet, some decisions are made without thinking and the wake up call can be a slap in the face, so you re-direct and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
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Ronnie Lowry Jacksonville Florida