I’ve done many things I regret
things that took me down
crooked unlit paths
where I end up lost inside myself
but regret
is not always synonymous
with wanting to undo your mistakes
I don’t
I accept mine
each wrong turn
a piece of the journey that
brought me here
now
to this moment
each failure
a part of who I’ve become
to undo my mistakes is to unmake myself
to become a stranger
incomplete
someone else’s image
I am
every angry word said in haste
every dent in this copper heart of mine
every shadow in these eyes
I am my choices
and I would choose it all again
to become
this
choices [poem]
