woman standing with her back to us. looking at a transportation schedule.

Regrets

It is silent where I stand, but in my head there is an absence of quiet.

Thoughts overtake my mind… regrets, what ifs, broken promises, lost dreams, lost hope, lost joy.

I am no longer young. I am overweight and without beauty. My skills are meager. Friends are few. My accounts do not sustain. I can speak but I am not heard. I feel no security.

If I had made other choices… would I be happier?