The truth is, I’ve stumbled, fallen, and failed,
A couple of times this year, my heart has flailed,
I quit a job that paid well, a comfortable nest,
A leadership role, where I could have made a difference, and found rest.
A love story, that could have been so divine,
Quit on me, like a fleeting dream, that vanished in time,
All due to my actions, my choices, my ways,
Inactions, that spoke louder, than my words, in those days.
It’s human to look back, and wish I’d done things differently,
To wonder what could have been, if only I’d seen,
The signs, the signals, the warnings, the cues,
But life’s not about regrets, it’s about making choices, anew.
The good and the bad, the right and the wrong,
All part of the journey, where I’ve been, and where I belong,
I’ve learned to embrace, the twists and the turns,
To find the lessons, in the mistakes, and the concerns.
Life’s not about being perfect, it’s about being true,
To oneself, to others, to the journey, anew,
It’s about making amends, when we’ve gone astray,
And finding the strength, to start again, come what may.
So I’ll rise from the ashes, like a phoenix born,
With scars, with wisdom, with a heart that’s torn,
But still beating strong, still yearning to fly,
To find my way, to touch the sky.
For life’s not about regrets, it’s about making choices,
The good and the bad, the right and the wrong,
It’s about learning, growing, and finding my voice,
In the midst of the noise, in the midst of the joys.
