Everyone has regrets and
I’m sure if asked
They could rank them
By the pain of their recollection.
My mind insists I could have
Done things differently.
That my choices were childish
Foolish, ignorant or self destructive.
The therapist says that’s not so.
That what was, had to be.
That I did what I had to do to survive.
Even if I didn’t know it.
But if I could have claimed my reality
How different it would have been?
Now so far removed, what remains is simply wonder
And regret for what might have been.
The fact remains, I don’t know the answer,
Nor will I ever know the answer.
To what might have been.
If I had chosen differently.