Winter stays reluctant to leave
And spring waits in the shadows;
The frozen grass is stubbornly stiff
And the sleeping buds refuse to open.
Regrets stay buried
Frozen under the ice
Hesitant to be taken out
To thaw and to correct.
What right do I have
To bury my regrets
To start a new life,
Pristine and unblemished?
You have every right – bury those regrets and start anew. If not now when??