When Regret Whispers Softly

When Regret Whispers Softly

When I look back at my years,
the deepest pain comes from the steps I never took.
Any mistakes I made have faded
like soft rain sinking into old soil,
but missed chances remain sharp
like small thorns hiding in the dark.
I feel like a bird that kept folding its wings
even when the whole sky was calling my name.
And now, after so many years,
the doors I didn’t open
hurt far more than the paths where I fell.