I don't have many wins,
The column is bleak.
Many losses I’ve gathered
You could say I am on a streak.
Yeah, I’m a loser. I’m man enough to admit,
But I keep my head high
Don't submit in defeat.
I could go home,
Take my toys, leave the game,
Even though I have lost,
Loser is not my name,
I will crawl my way back,
With my teeth and my nails,
I will not submit
Or fall in despair.
You're a sore loser.
Maybe I am.
But I don't need the win,
To know who I am.
I just need to move forward,
One step at the time,
'cuz the competition,
Is me and my mind.
And there will be a day,
When I’ll reach the goal,
All of those losses,
Matter not anymore,
Because on that day
My hand will be high. I have won.
Not just a battle, I won the war.
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There was a time when I was writing on a daily basis. I'm trying to get back to that. So everyday I'll try to post at least one poem. If you like this one, please give it an upvote. I will motivate me even more go keep going.
Peace&love