Regrets


I wanted to play the piano
So I did for a while
But when it got harder, I told myself
I wasn't good enough
So I quit.

I wanted to play the violin
So I did for a while
But when it got harder, I told myself
I wasn't good enough
So I quit.

I wanted to create beautiful masterpieces
So I drew and painted for a while
But when it got harder, I told myself
I wasn't good enough
So I quit.

Now I sit here with an heavy head and an empty heart
Looking at the dusty keyboard,
The un-tuned violin,
And the dry paintbrushes
Wishing I had appreciated the happiness
These things brought to me
Instead of surrendering to adversity.

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I am a junior in high school. This poem was inspired by personal experience. I wrote it around three in the morning while I was crying my eyes out. I didn't really expect my poem to be chosen as a semi-finalist. When I wrote this poem, I was actually venting rather than composing; however, I hope that my simple words are strong enough to encourage others not to give up on anything. Even a hobby that seems to be unimportant has the power to heal our emotional wounds.