There is beauty in defeat,
in losing, in surrender;
in lying naked and vulnerable,
crushed and bruised.
Battered by servile sycophants
with golden honeyed tongues.
There is perverse satisfaction
in a choice made to follow the rocky path,
the proverbial path less travelled.
Exceeding all expectations upon success.
For sometimes, in defeat
we are given the opportunity
to begin anew.
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