Fear and regret.

I have my regrets.
I have my fears.
They’ve been powering each other,
For years.
Today I carry.
One for the other,
Intertwined,
Child and mother.
In these moments,
When I’m powered by my head,
I’m probably better,
Just going to bed.
Not always possible,
When there’s things to do.
So I’ll just torture myself,
And be thinking of you.