He kept breathing ambition,
walking, and then sprinting
propelled by a quest for victory
A turnaround called
but fell on deaf ears
-obsession quelled
curiosity
He reached the finishing line,
but he was not the first
trampled roads mocked
those who were there
looked defeated
He wondered why…
Not knowing that at the moment,
he overlooked
the turnaround
It was his moment of defeat
for he missed out
on better destinations
The turns still flaunt
virgin grounds to break
awaiting Wisdom.
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“It was his moment of defeatIt was his moment of defeatfor he missed outon better destinationsThe turns still flauntvirgin grounds to breakawaiting Wisdom.
on better destinations
The turns still flaunt
virgin grounds to break
awaiting Wisdom.”
Love these lines. Without Wisdom, we lose.
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Thanks a ton, Mary!
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You had me at the opening line! Powerful write, Reena ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Well done, Reena. Sometimes what we think is victory turns out to be defeat!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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I wonder how often I missed turnarounds because I was focused on something else? Excellent, Reena!
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We have all been there. Thank you so much for the engagement!
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Getting lost it sounds like.
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I feel lost most of the time. It takes decades to understand where you intended to be and where you are.
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Lovely poem, life is like that.
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Thank you, Diana!
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You’re welcome.
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Very moving poem Reena. This is often the case for very ambitious people
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re very welcome
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I imagine this happens all to often–people with “eyes on the prize,” but blinders on. Thank you for writing to the prompt!
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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