Regret
can be its own kind of prison.
Words spoken,
promises broken,
friendships untended,
paths not taken,
choices made,
lives not lived,
talents disregarded,
courage lacking…
while there may be
validity
in these reminiscences,
the weight is crushing
possibilities
for here and now.
*title borrowed from Natalie Diaz’s “Of Course She Looked Back”
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Thank you, Beth, for my daily reminder to let go. I may glance at my past in the rearview mirrors. I need not stare or else I crash!
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Wow, so much power and reflection in carefully selected phrases. Sage advice, my friend!
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Thanks for introducing me to Natalie Diaz’s poem. A bunch to contemplate with Lot’s wife! In your poem I love the balance of past reflection but not immobilization.
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