And here I am,
I sit,
I stand,
inhale and breathe and live and wish to change,
but it is still there.
Whether I ponder over it or not,
whether I wish it gone or to disappear,
it is still there.
'No regrets', I said -
How true is that? I wonder.
One more day, I think it through...
Is it even worth a thought, I wonder.
No matter what I do, it still remains.
No matter how I wish to change,
I stand, I sit, inhale once more.
It is through breath and life that I choose to be,
not letting it dictate,
but still carrying its weight.
Regret - one may call it - yet,
in retrospect,
it is just,
Me.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
And here I am,
I sit,
I stand,
inhale and breathe and live and wish to change,
but it is still there.
Whether I ponder over it or not,
whether I wish it gone or to disappear,
it is still there.
'No regrets', I said -
How true is that? I wonder.
One more day, I think it through...
Is it even worth a thought, I wonder.
No matter what I do, it still remains.
No matter how I wish to change,
I stand, I sit, inhale once more.
It is through breath and life that I choose to be,
not letting it dictate,
but still carrying its weight.
Regret - one may call it - yet,
in retrospect,
it is just,
Me.
It may not soothe immediately, but disinfection leads to faster healing than regretting you injured yourself in the first place.
