Day 12 of the 15-day writing challenge.
A sigh that relief, pride and joy sounded.
All at a time the same.
That’s probably how it happened.
You see, this life is fairly shit.
Did I say fairly?
I meant very.
The day that I came into it is a day that I hope to forget.
With every breath I take, however, there’s no chance at that.
So I dub that day a day that I regret.
You can only regret the things you had control over though.
And this isn’t one of those things. So
What do I do?
About that, I have no clue.