Timid

Regret sits silent, cloaked in gray,

A shadow cast on yesterday.

Its whispers echo, soft but cold,

Of dreams unspoken, actions untold.

A timid heart, afraid to leap,

Holds secrets buried, buried deep.

The paths not taken, the words unsaid,

The moments missed, the chances fled.

Oh, boldness, light that clears the mist,

The fire that fuels a daring tryst.

Where were you when fear held sway,

And time stole life’s sweet bloom away?

For in the stillness, where boldness dies,

Regret awakens, tears its disguise.

It thrives in silence, it feeds on pause,

A ruthless judge with no applause.

Yet even now, the flame can rise,

To cast regret from weary eyes.

For boldness waits where courage reigns,

To heal the scars of past remains.

So step, and stumble, fall, and rise,

Break the bonds of muted skies.

For regret is nothing, a fleeting storm,

Where boldness lives, and hearts transform.