Mwende

Mwende, eyes filled with twilight hues,

Recalled choices, regrets like morning dews.

A path not taken, a love pushed away,

Haunted her steps at the end of the day.

But then, a whisper, a wind in the trees,

"Regret is a shadow, not all things displease."

Mwende pondered, the weight in her chest,

Could there be truth in what nature confessed?

She thought of the anger, a rash, burning word,

That had severed a friendship, like a rare bird,

Taking flight, never to return again,

Leaving a void, a space filled with pain.

Yet, in that space, a new bloom unfurled,

A stronger connection, a love in a new world.

The harsh words, a weeding, though painful it seemed,

Allowed for a garden where compassion beamed.

Mwende's heart lightened, a sigh of release,

Not all regrets carried burdens, some brought us peace.

Learning from stumbles, the path we refine,

The missteps of yesterday, pave the way for what's divine.

So tonight, Mwende lets go of the sting,

Embraces the lessons that hardships did bring.

For even the wrong turn, the choices we rue,

Can lead to a sunrise, a brand new view.