on regrets

I didn’t believe them
when they said I’d regret;

I’d build
and we'll grow into 
twisted and tiny fragments
of what came before.

When I sit in pause 
they come to me 
in bursts 
and breezes 

I can regret
and accept 
all in one breath. 

Polarities

I often
find that with
gratitude 
I experience the
overwhelming belief 
that I am 

undeserving 

and the two 
can seem
contradictory

opposite ends  

both feel
reasonable
and 
irrational
at once