Regret | Kimberly Coetzee | Print Friendly

Life, give it, take it better yet form it, play the right keys to form hands, movement to form legs and a rhythm moving slow to the sweet jams of the 90's to form a body.
Life, lifeless it's all the same one day you're okay and the next your life on this earth has been documented on a page. Bye bye sweet thing with a note on the side that you've lived, not long for you didn't even say goodbye.
Live, die the heart cries as a piece tears itself out leaving nothing but a sprout. Hearthache, tears, fears oh how we fear the unknown, the untold, the beginning of a story waiting to unfold.
Blood gushes through my legs like water trying to escape the pipes that keep it safe. Hurt, pain better yet numb because to feel is a weakness seen by all acknowledged by none.
Where to?, how far?, this story hasn't even begun because I've waited too long to tell it and somethings just can't be undone.

Poet's note: This is a personal poem i wrote from home and it depicts all the emotions i was feeling on that day, hurt, pain, misery, regret all of these feelings wnich i had supressed deep down inside of me. This poem means the world to me mainly because i was able to pour myself out and release all the negative energy i had been carrying around for a long time.