ReGret. Poetic Prose 6

ReGret…

I don’t.

I simply do not.

Because I am overwhelmingly aware that each step of my journey was used for good.

My days when I wanted to kill myself. For good.

The days when my body dysmorphia wouldn’t leave me alone (Today included). For good.

The heartbreak of loving someone so fully only to be used and abandoned. For good.

Do I regret loving fully?

Giving all of me to people, companies, and ideals.

And feeling abandoned and left for dead by these self-same people, companies, and ideals.

Not for a second.

They will never get to experience a love like mine, a passion like mine, a light like mine.

A direct reflection of my God and Savior.

A testament to His goodness and grace.

Do I regret helping someone who wanted to hurt me…

Never…

Why? Because that’s who I am.

It is a reflection of the man I’ve chosen to be.

It is a statement in the face of fate saying: I will not go gentle… I will RAGE…

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