Regrets

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Sometimes I peer into the mirror

Sometimes I see nothing but me

Sometimes a faint mist appears

This is not just a simple foggy mirror

It is a home to the shadow

It has quite the appetite for memories

Especially the regrets and

the things we hope to never remember

Yet cannot ever forget

At night, it watches me

I awake to see it towering over my body

I swear it has claws

With long, sharp nails stained red

My blood

I panic and search all over

No wounds

Not a single scratch

How could I be so sure it's mine?

I know this suffering

It is the pain I felt in a distant past

A time when I was weak

Susceptible to dark influence

I was used and discarded like trash

Yet I did my best

I prayed not to be forgotten

To be treasured instead of unworthy

It wasn't until years later,

I learned to love who I am.

There will always be things

I wish I had done better

But without the regrets,

I would not exist

They are not fun experiences

But they are worthwhile

I hate to suffer

The pain is a reminder

What I've been through

The regrets

All helped in the creation

Of who I am today

This revelation

Is the key to freedom

The chains that once bound me

No longer have power to hold me

The hovering ghost still lurks near me

But it does not hold power over me

No more

No more

I am happy to be simply me

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