Regret’s Return

Image: Vincent van Gogh’s Sorrow

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Regret’s Return

Upon a midnight drear, Regret does weep,
Her face veiled by locks that downward flow,
Her arms encircle knees in silence deep,
The weight of years upon her form does show.
Her belly, swollen through myriad pains,
Her breasts, empty vessels of the past,
Her beauty, once a fire, now remains
A phantom ember fading, fading fast.
Yet, alas! A silver moth upon her palm
Rests and whispers secrets of love and light:
“You are not cursed, but merely changed by alarm;
Within your sorrow wings of hope take flight.”
Thus Regret, though battered by time’s cruel hand,
Finds grace renewed and learns again to stand.