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.