Defeat

There is no feeling harder to bear than that feeling of defeat.
It has so many forms that it isn’t until it has laid rest on our shoulders that we know it is there.
The feeling of knowing that we were beaten and bloodied and left to lick our wounds.
A sense of devastation as our dreams are shattered and scattered like broken panes of glass across the higher ground of mediocracy.
We wake up one day with emotional bruises that remind us of a fight we had no right to be in.
We have mental scars that are left behind because doubt wouldn’t let them heel properly.
It is our own ego and our own pride that allows us to be defeated.
It is in the falsity of what we believe we are and who we think we’ve become where defeat lies in wait.
When we have lost touch in what we can do and start to believe the lies that we feed the masses in hopes to gain their adoration is when defeat strikes.
Hold strong to the person you were meant to be and the qualities that your worst critics despise most.
Hold strong to the emotions that drive your passion and that inspire your creativity because they are your strength.
Do not lay your hopes and dreams on the branches of self doubt and insecurity but plant them next to the sturdiest of roots.
Defeat is something you cannot escape but what defines you is how long you allow yourself to be defeated and wounded before you pick up the pieces and create a better version of who you are.