Regrets

I made half a century
Regrets, I have more than a few
Scars I tried to hide for so long
Now exposing me naked in the crowd
The weight of words I cannot unsay
The remorse that squeezes, wishing I could turn back time

I made half a century
You have been my companion all along
Reminding me of my imperfections
Teaching me to listen to feelings I had silenced
Teaching me to face people whom I had hurt

Erase you, and I erase becoming
There is no need to escape you
You are the map that brought me home
The winding path that taught me how to walk