YESTERDAY

Regret? Or no regret?

A powerful emotion-

It is the sourness that fills your mouth,

The silence that chokes you, leaves you gasping for breath,

That empty feeling of fullness

Wanting to start, never wanting to end

Or if ended never wanting to understand.

All the time that flew away

Are the withered leaves that we let fall

But we haven’t yet lost the tomorrows 

And it is never too late to start.

We haven’t lost these moments that we take

To pause in our tracks

To look at our own broken reflections

Screaming inside;

Smiles etched on our masks.

The only light I see

At the end of this never-ending spiral

Is a little thread of thought –

Your yesterdays do not define your next days;

Your crumbled wings do not define your strength

You don’t need the ghosts of your past

To find yourself.