No Room For Regret
She lives in gratitude

She whispers his name upon the scent of a candle,
Reliving the memories of all those years now past,
She can’t help but smile at the remembered antics,
In awe of the love that was divinely cast.
**
She wallows in her long forgotten dreams,
Sails the waters of hope and grace,
Gratitude swells within her bosom,
As her fingers silently outline that one special face.
**
She’s known happiness on the back of forever rainbows,
She’s showered in tears of both joy and pain,
Life has battered and bruised her timid soul,
But she knows that luck has been on her side time and again.
**
She’s totally aware of all that she lost,
But on that note, she holds no regrets,
She gave her heart, received her worth,
Paid the price and settled her debts.
**
She may now wander through her days alone,
It does not matter; she swims the waves of gratitude often,
Love has been her fortitude and her biggest conundrum,
But it sharpened her edges as it caused her to soften.
**
She knows her days of solitude is hers to the end,
She was given enough chances when she was young,
Her heart is now sealed, locked and bolted,
But each chamber celebrates when it all begun.
**
She often rifles her dreams lived all those years ago,
Floating in bliss that’s carried her through the years,
She may have lost but for a short time she had it all,
Love worthy of her most sacred tears.
**
If she could travel back in time,
She knows she’d not change a thing,
Those lessons were hers and hers alone,
And she savours the wisdom with which her heart now sings.

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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

Comments (3)
so poetically and beautifully written. Really captures the longing and pain of loss. Well done
She seems to have it all sorted out. Happy for her!
Awesome piece