poetry

“Counting My Regrets” Poem

Counting My Regrets

By Ashley O’Hare

Counting my regrets

is like counting pi—

limitless,

frustrating,

and disappointing.

The questions swirl through my head

like a tornado in the wild west:

Why can’t I be more confident?

What was the great purpose of being still?

Why didn’t I try?

I’m told not to dwell on the past,

but when my future is murky

the past is the only clear picture that I have.

Somehow my body pushes forward-

reaching new days while running on fumes.

My body remains on the stage

refusing to move

From the last place I felt at home.

The last place I felt safe.

The last place I felt like myself.

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