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I am a Loser.

I am a loser.

Yes, you heard me right.


I am a loser.

And I'm completely okay with being one.

Life, after all, isn't war - and certainly not

war, meant at all costs, to be won.


I am a loser.

No, I don't beat myself up, cry, or whine.

Yes, I chase perfection, but when I screw up 

I know it's perfectly fine.


I am a loser.

And I am at absolute peace, even when I lose.

'cos I've learnt that it's not my triumphs, but

my battles that I get to choose.


I am a loser.

'just the way I am', I know I'm NOT enough.

But aha! I'm indebted to my failures - if

there's one thing they've made me, it's tough.


I am a loser.

It's reassuring, to know I've nothing to forfeit!

Freedom to plummet, brings freedom to soar-

No longer do I have standards to meet!


I am a loser.

Some defeats, I admit, are hard. It does pain.

And when I can't take 'em with a smile, I cry 

all I want - then pick myself up, and try again.


I am a loser.

Loser - a badge I will forever wear with pride.

'cos much as it speaks of the ninety-nine times I failed,

So it does, of the hundred times I tried.



The Tranquill Poet ๐Ÿค

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