Once again, I rewind to what I left unattended.

Why does it so happen that when we leave, it's often looked at as defeat. Years of memories, many more of loss. When I try to gather what I got when I took a step out of my world, all I could feel was hidden thoughts of negation and mistakes that were felt by people who mattered the most.

Why could not I see what I see today. Not one to stand by me to say "Yes, Now Its Your Turn." I never wanted to prove, but Ive been challenged by my own self to do so. Why did I try to own something that was never mine and perhaps that could never have been mine.

I agree I have been defeated, but I have not been captured.

I shall rise.