Regrets

trace backwards;

begin at the end

move towards the middle

pick up sticks left

and move on to the

beginning.

Stop.

Begin again;

lead out with confidence

knowing the path familiarly leads

to the right and skip with

glad feet beyond it

purposefully pause on a rose

missing meanacing faces in alleyways

and when soft cheeks greet

kiss them without fear

walk past ivy

leagues of seas unconquered

with a tough feminine hand

so when the marches directionanally

head on

speak clearly without any

implications

subjugations

subterfuge or fear;

leave the rest of what was

as if it never happened.

Stop.

Wake up.

move forward.

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