top of page
Search

REGRET.

  • Writer: Sam John
    Sam John
  • Dec 7, 2024
  • 1 min read

REGRET.


I stumble.

I fall.

Into the past.


I wish things were different.

I know there is a reason they are not.

More than one.

I clean away the cuts made from traps of my own making.

The regret a strange painkiller.


Numbing the aches and pains.

I know it is temporary...

But I need it.

Or... at least I thought I did.

I get trapped again.


This time, between the need to be heard and the desire to stay silent.

Stay respectful.

Stay generous and gracious to every version of me.

Regret leaves no room for repetition.

But self pity... is an unending vicious cycle that has held me captive and torn me down too many times.


Yours faithfully,

Sam Qavah John.


 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Hert.

Her. Elusive and unkind. I get frustrated and scared… Of the time it takes. And the hope it wastes. Why can’t I be free? Of this desire...

 
 
 
Mediocrity.

You foolish temptress. You consider me a base fool… Capable of nothing more than simple mediocrity. You spend countless hours trying to...

 
 
 
Sustain.

Sustain. I push and I strive till I have nothing left in me. But this spark that enables me. Empowers me. Renews my internal charge…...

 
 
 

Comments


bottom of page