Things that go through my brain on a Thursday morning
In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking hours, Whispers of "what ifs" in my inner towers. A constant ache, a gnawing pain, Regret's cruel hold, an endless chain. I yearn for moments lost, chances slipped, Paths untraveled, choices I've gripped. The weight of could-have-beens crushes low, A burden of remorse, a heavy blow. In the stillness of night, it echoes deep, Regret's symphony, a song I weep. Each note a lament, a mournful cry, Tears of sorrow, a soul's goodbye. Oh, internal regret, your sting is sharp, A wound that festers, leaving an endless scar. But within this darkness, a flicker of light, A lesson learned, a chance to set things right. For in owning my remorse, I find my strength, To learn, to grow, to make amends. Regret's embrace may linger still, But I will not let it rob me of my will. I will embrace the present, seize the day, Create new memories, come what may. And though the past may cast its shadows near, I will rise above regret, banish fear. For in the journey of life, both joy and pain, Regret can be a teacher, a guide to gain. It whispers lessons, helps me understand, To live with purpose, to make a stand. So, I will carry regret's weight with grace, Learn from my mistakes, embrace its embrace. For in the depths of sorrow, strength is found, A resilient spirit, forever bound In the depths of my soul, a shadow dwells, A constant companion, a haunting spell. A tapestry of sorrow, woven with care, Embroidered with moments that lead to despair. I search for solace, but it eludes my grasp, As memories torment, holding me in their clasp. Haunted by thoughts of what could have been, I'm dragged down by regret, an unforgiving sin. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope in the depths of the night. Acceptance's embrace, a soothing balm, A whisper of healing, a shattered soul to calm. Forgiveness, a gentle salve on my wounds, A bridge to the future, where healing resounds. No longer will I be held captive by the past, Regret's shadow, its power will not last. From the ashes of regret, a phoenix shall rise, With newfound strength, I'll face the open skies. No longer will I dwell in sorrow's embrace, but never trust my smiling face.
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