We all have those moments of regret. Those moments when we realize that something we did in the past, be it hours, days, weeks, or years in our pasts, comes back to haunt us. And we wish we had not done what we did. We wish we could have handled things a little different, or a lot different. We wonder if certain people would still be in our lives if we had done things different. It’s a nagging feeling that will creep up on you when you least expect it, and then tackle you into submission, till the emotion passes. It’s a tough moment, and I’m sure we have all dealt with it, and continue to deal with it.
Here is part of my regret…
I slowly trace my fingers along the scars
dark discolorations against pale flesh and blue vein
in my mind I picture the skin
smooth and unmarked, before the pain
regret seeps through my eyes
as the tears fall slowly to the floor
ashamed, I pull back the sleeves of my shirt
in a vain attempt to hide my disgrace
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