Posted in New Work, Poetry

Regret

Often,

I fight with my own regret

that I never seem to

have the right words to say

when I most need to say them…

Later, they come to me

as I rehash and replay it all

in my mind…

Personal tortures

are always the most unkind.

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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