Regrets

One bright and sunny afternoon

A gentle and caring girl

Heard an eagle rush through the wind,

So she called upon it

To remember her days with ideas of fantasy, and fairy tales, and fiction

That she would dance to in the woods.

The same woods with no trail,

The woods that let her wander

The woods that had no restrictions.

Those same ideas from her childhood

                     Rushed back through her         

To see if she would listen now.

A giggle escaped as she leapt into the air

And danced the way she used to.

But, as she walked away

The memories stayed behind

Like the cocoon after a butterfly flies away

In the woods with no trail,

To let her regret night and day

The choices she had made.

Reviews

[Fede]

It seems it is the portrayal of coming of age from a different point of view. This one isn't as cheerful as one wants, it's like "The Road Not Taken", you can regret not doing that but you don't know what could've happened. Memories tell you that you have done something. Memories remind you that you are alive and no matter what, you still are.