THE BED OF REGRETS

I’m forty seven and sometimes I think of myself as a
failure or as not having done enough.

Enough?

Enough of what ?
Do you know what the greatest regret
of the most accomplished is?
Is not spending more time with the people they love.

I get to say that I did spend time with loved ones
and had a grand old time doing so.

My energy is my greatest accomplishment
To have tempered and sharpened my formless form,
to walk into a room and light the fucking place
brighter than fireworks on the 4th of July

I’m proud to have created myself and this
is just the beginning.

This is the time, the chapter in my story
where the skills, the resources I’ve amassed
are to be used now

I do feel the fear,
the nerves and the inner monologue
telling me to not fool myself
but I have no other choice

It’s do or die the time is now
the bed of regrets will always be there
I just have to keep going
Thanks for always being there for me.

** Written April 25, 2024 **