By Jaanya Vijh
She sits on her bed
The one where she cried
Where she worked and wrote
Books cover the entire spread
And she gingerly picked up the one covered in dust
Perhaps the memory lane
Isn't as glorious as she imagined
But looking back
She realized she never moved on
From the pain
Never celebrated what she gained
But lit a candle
In the memory no longer pressnt
The people she wished she never hurt
Kept it afloat
In vast ocean of her regrets
All the people who said would stay
All the people she never thought she could love
She sits, half her life through
Some sort of thing
People call a midlife crisis
But she watches no tears fall
Because they've dried up her emotions
From breaking her heart
After letting her fly high
Till she can no longer take another breath
Regrets she has
And the guilt that overcomes
She buries it deep within
Never to be seen
She has been strong
And no one needs to see her past
Walking out the door
She lights one final candle
And let the fire
Consume all the regrets and wishes
By Jaanya Vijh
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