Poetry 1

The days are short, and the nights are long.

My soul is no longer nourished by the warm weather and bright sunshine.

Instead, my thoughts have grown dark with the early sunset –

And my body aches.

My heart hurts, longing for what might have been

were I not broken –

what days I might have had

if I weren’t struggling like this.

I look in the mirror, and not only don’t like what I see –

I’m filled with regret.

Regret over things I never did, things I never said –

ways I never pushed myself, or trusted myself.

The regret comes in waves, and today

I’m the rough shore.

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