To be defeated

To be defeated by

Progressively greater being

Is to know life and

Love and loss and

Growing into that

Soul that wants

To be born.

To be defeated, to

Be crushed, eye

Blackened by the

Fist that comes

Crashing through is

To be moulded,

Shaped, needed by

Something much larger.

There is no grace, no

Dignity, no face to be

Saved, only limping

Bloody wounded

Known the enormity

Of that which

Defeats me.