Loss in Victory

Loose some win some, so where do you think lies the fun?

Alone in the midst of sea of folks, or

cherishing what we had or now long for?

Apart yet held closer than anyone ever,

or dreaming against hope as forever?

In gaining a friend but letting go of the love,

in burying the hatchet and setting loose the dove.

Neither here nor there, when

past, present, future rolled up into a cosy den.

Of united hopes, dreams, desires,

plentiful as those promises now on a pyre.

Brave, strong, mature all rolled into one,

yet holding sand in one’s fist until shines the sun.

Reigniting moments buried six feet under,

was it or wasn’t it one big blunder.

Reunited with oneself, the ultimate face off

Chose your armour to fight, cry, laugh, or scoff

Words fall short when trying to stitch it together,

perhaps rocking the boat was a mistake, however

wouldnt wish for it to be another way,

someday, somewhere, one day.