Thoughts

[stephbg]

I have fought the good fight for long enough and must now accept that it might be a fight I cannot win. I do not concede defeat; I concede only the possibility of defeat. And with that thought I rob my defeat of its terror and power over me, and it becomes but an alternative. I have stopped fighting, for now I cannot lose.

I can exist and be loved even if I am not clever.

Comments

[writerjo.livejournal.com]

http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/denniscj/bookforkids/triantiwontigongolope.html

Apropros of nothing, this poem somehow seems very you. When I read it to Rafael I always think of you, especially when I get to: 'but it purrs and purrs quite proudly if you call it by its name'.