I’m taking a lot of losses this year.
I’m taking them
Out of cold storage,
Where I kept them on ice
For years and years
Because I never tried,
Never chanced at winning;
So the losses destined in my fate
Went into icy stasis
Waiting to be thawed,
Now I stand in the ring
My hands behind my back,
My chin stuck out
Inviting the universe to punch me:
To knock me out in one hit like a prime Mike Tyson,
And then watching
As the universe dodges every wild swing,
I eat my losses,
Thawed like microwave dinners
Humbly, every day and night.
And every loss consumed brings with it
Cycles of catharses,
Like spiritual enemas,
To clean me out from within.
I’ll run through the backlog of losses,
And my mind, body, and conscience
Will be crystal clear.
From then on,
Every new loss will be full of hope,
And every win,
Free of guilt.
Wow Dushyant! That’s a brilliant thought!!
Happy to see that you are exploring the deep recesses of your mind, and figuring out the appropriate ways to understand and rationalise…
Keep writing, Keep enjoying life !!
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Excellent 👍 narration Dusyant.Let me appreciate your thought process at your young age.
Wondrous poem Dushyant, brings out so many layers!
Thank you for reading!