Regrets Before They Begin

I feel the weight of what’s to come,  

Before the first step is even taken,  

A storm of doubts, like thunder drums,  

I brace for what I’ve yet to awaken.  

Regrets, they knock before the door,  

A whisper soft, yet piercing clear,  

I know the cost, I know the score—  

But still, I walk, despite my fear.  

Why face the future, knowing pain,  

When silence calls and peace feels near?  

But no, I’ll borrow from the rain,  

And let it wash away my tears.

I’ve loved before with open hands,  

And lost the things I couldn’t keep,  

Yet still, I wander, still, I stand,  

A promise to myself I’ll keep.  

To regret before the show begins—  

To taste the sweetness, feel the sting,  

Is to live with love that never wins,  

Yet never stops, and always sings.

I’ll hold the ache, the weight, the flame,  

For what is mine, or never was—  

In joy, in sorrow, still the same,  

I’ll regret it all, but not because.