One realization leads to another epiphany.
Where I had once assumed my world lied,
Now my thoughts lie,
but I don't cry.
No longer do I cry.
None left to defy,
And no wings left to fly,
Once again, I've become who I hate,
What I hate.
When I am discontent with my presentation,
when I am all that was left for me to become,
am I resurrected,
or more likely insurrected,
stronger, wiser, sexier, more of a gorgeous reality.
I am a winner.
I won that last game;
that last identity beaten,
my person is lying on the floor,
but my soul is not defeaten.
Hey, look, made up a word; "defeaten"