I can’t even begin to fathom
What kind of ignorant ghost must have slipped into my skull?
To let me believe I stood a chance.
I accept defeat and therefore am victorious.
I step away from the battle, with my pride intact,
Without a scar on my self-worth.
And therefore achieved more than I could have ever hoped.
I surrender, and therefore
I walk away better than ever before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem