Crown Of Regret

Day after day we struggle to “get ahead”
or just “make it through” the ordeal of this so called “life”
that we are destined to live,
but this living is nowhere near the joy
that resides unseen before under the surface of our fear and doubt produced by our past.
Inevitably, we allow our past to become a set of shackles to bind us to a collection of lies
A prison much worse than those constructed of concrete and bars,
for these institutions do not contain our physical bodies…
they house our spirits…
our very smiles and laughter are costly luxuries that many of us will never be able to afford…
Yet many of us refuse to walk away when offered the opportunity to escape what we fear.
The approaching unknown…
So we don a new crown.
A bright shiny thing that turns dull with corrosion of regret.
our precious crown of complacency…
So wear it proudly!!! You Paid dearly for it!!!
All of our hopes and dreams, smiles and laughter,
kisses and hugs engulfed in heartfelt bliss… flaking off and disintegrating into nothing.
like the rust on our crown….