I did not go, that day I could have won. I think it was that thought, no chance, you already lost. Perhaps the start of my self defeat. Cause was deep set insecurity. Pattern unbeknownst I would repeat, slew of self inflicted injury. This was the day I began to hide, buried myself somewhere inside. I did not know, it was subconscious. I did not know that I was fighting. Until that day, no longer able to run. Something, somewhere spoke, I know you have been scared. You fought, ran, and hid from the enemy you feared. Everything is alright now, then you were not prepared, to find your enemy is a friend, look into a mirror. This friend is you, even ignored, always has been here. Yes, you still did not go, that day You would've gone. Does not matter, you have learned, that day has long been done. Knowing now, what has been, and not of what is to come. It is me, I'm alive right now, today I have won!
I am no longer the same! What do I recieve for this miraculous occurrence? Responses to my work? That is very kind of you! ;]
Well- I do not consider myself to be a worthy critique of poetry but yours seems pretty good. For your prize... hommmmm Free damnation for life...?
