Regrets

poem by: Joan Hunter
Written on Jan 08, 2017

Regrets ©
Karen Joan Hunter

There are so many, I don’t know where to begin
Grim is knocking for me at the foot of my bed
It is all coming down to a few minutes in time
I see my life flashing before my eyes

I played it normal, I kept it simple
Watching it pass, staring out the window
Seasons changed and the years slowly crept
Suddenly I’m tipping past mid and I don’t know where they went

A few moments ago, I was young, wasn’t I
I’ll try it, I’ll do it, I’ll discover, I’ll find
Make a power move when they power point
Straight backed stiffs watching slide after slide
I will open the door to what waits behind
Never look back and breathe in new life
Listening for suits as I make my break
Run and keep running until I am safe

Wasting energy on what could or what might
Different scenarios that go through my mind
Looking ahead at my fail proof plans
Outcomes and endings before they began

Were they all happy, were they all fine
As long as they were, tomorrow I’ll work on mine
I’ll get around to happiness for myself
Right now I can’t do this, they need my help

I still have ruins, I still have seas
4 corners and ancient, the sand and the breeze
The walk, the angels, the west, the gold
The hills, the stars, the sign, the coast
Everything that I’ve seen on the screen
Only once, just once before I’m numbered and leave
Falls that cascade and rivers that flow
Earmarked and folded where I said I would go

I’ve looked at the Dom and at the mag
I’m too low on the scale and too high a tag
I saw no need to sip from the flute
They gather dust and sit unused

I wasn’t worth, I felt I didn’t deserve
Something always came first before an extra or splurge
Important and crucial as they fell through the slot
Dropped down on my floor with a hard heavy thunk

The reaper is smiling a cold ugly grin
Regrets, oh so many, where do I begin
We have a date as he steals me away
Only now I understand when it is much too late

www.karenjoanhunter.com and facebook Karen Joan Hunter

 

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