Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Regret
Rereading Regret
"Regret is the precursor to redemption."
The Death of a Dream
Learning my limits sooner, it seems, was better.