Regret: a Poem
Choices made and paths untaken, wishing he had been braver, not...
Hey my dear readers, I’m aware my last few essays has been rather… heavy. So here’s a poem to lighten things up a bit 🌼
Regretful Remains
Choices made and paths untaken,
Wishing he had been braver, not forsaken.
Simba’s story, filled with shadows cast,
Broken promises, silence from the past.
Dreams delayed, longing in his soul,
Actions and inactions taking their toll.
Words unspoken, echoes in his mind,
Paths untaken, mysteries unlined.
In Eldridge, quiet town of 1918,
Streets whisper secrets, trees standing serene.
Simba’s choices left a haunting trail,
Regrets heavy, life’s bitter tale.
Promises to Lily, love of his youth,
Dreams together, once their truth.
He chased success, leaving her behind,
18 years later, regrets confined.
Back to Eldridge, success but pained,
Lily’s new life, love he once gained.
Words unspoken, tears in his eyes,
Walking away, under silent skies.
On the bridge, river’s flow,
Paths not taken, thoughts of woe.
Moments missed, time lost,
Opportunities gone, oh such a heavy cost.
Visiting Lily, heart pounding with regret,
Talking of old days, he couldn’t forget.
“Lily, I wish I had been brave,
should have stayed with you, a love to save.”
“Simba,” she said with gentle grace,
“Regrets are part of life’s embrace.
We learn, we grow, from joy and sorrow,
cherish memories, hope for tomorrow.”
Simba felt the weight lift away,
Regret shaped him, but didn't sway.
In that moment, peace he found,
Hope for future, no longer bound.
Leaving Eldridge, heart now light,
New paths to walk, future bright.
First, we feel the pain, then face the facts,
Forgive our faults, then we find freedom at last.
Inspired by an essay of mine.
P.S. My last essay has been turned into a podcast! Hosted by Simba & Sonya, do have a listen and let me know you think in the comments :)
Re: the Podcast As a kid who hid from a dangerous upbringing, I spent my time in the woods by a river, biking, seeking a sense of safety. I became an adult who is on the outside looking in, so have never been a part of our society. An atheist at nine years old, when a nun refused to answer my question, saying "Oh no! we must have faith!" And, being raised by a cynic, I've become a minimalist, naturalist, happy hermit. I tell my friends they're being programmed by business, but they can't hear me. So, I live my small, bug-nurturing, frugal, happy life, knowing we, as a society, just as the rest of the world, will succumb to overreach of power, corruption, and the horrific hunger for wealth. Humans are a failed experiment. This doesn't take away the charm of your lovely poem.
Hope at a time we all need it!