Unfinished

I thought I was a predator,
before I saw how small I am.
I am only a prey, afraid
of my own haunting shadows.

I thought I was a conqueror,
until I saw my many failures;
I am a casualty of defeat…
flag’s a tattered piece of sheet.

But the hunting has just begun,
and the battle has not been won;
I can still stand up again.
I am alive, I am not done.

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