Regrets
Regrets are painful longings for a lost part of myself
And like shadows, they obscure my secret rose garden
Introspection is nothing but a useless speculation
My desire is a burning longing for ideal and eternal love
In my dreams, the stars have whispered secrets to me that cannot be revealed
Secrets that I know very well but I will never reveal
So terrible to even think about them
Once I was too tiny to understand and react
And I was too astonished and everything too tragic to understand
Often and suddenly, they come into my mind
My femininity and fragility are my shields
Sometimes a wicked irrationality dominates my mind
There is nothing to be done to undo the past
And regrets are just useless vexations.
Esther Racah
