Irrepressible RemorseA Poem by MilyOne of the most honest pieces I might ever write..
I have realized what my fear is.
It isn't death, or drowning in the navy blue ocean, or the view from the 56th story of building, or falling in love with someone who doesn't love me, or loosing my best friend, or hospitals, or fire, or even small spaces. It is sitting on my white porch fifty years from now, or being at death's door, and feeling an overwhelming sense of regret. I fear not leaving a mark in this world, and I fear that I will miss chances that would've changed my life, the opportunities that would've left me with both good and bad memories, I fear that when I get old, and I sit and try and stroll down memory lane, and all there will be is the grief of my lost time on this earth. I fear that I will regret my choices. Regret of not going to the beach when the long haired boy and the perky blonde girl asked the day that school ended, regret not trying harder my freshman year of high school, regret spending more time frowning than smiling, regret not eating that piece of cake, regret spending so much time in my red and tan room, regret not telling my family how much I loved them, regret not having breakfast with my family, or going on their evening walks, regret not trying every foreign food that I was offered, regret not planting daisies or learning new things. I fear that I will look back and say.. "I should've done things differently." I fear that I know my problem, but lack the courage to tell myself the truth, to change my destiny.
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