To Win at All Costs is Failure

I cannot run. I will not run. If the end of world arrives,

I’ll be waiting – sheltering in place.

My daughter cannot run, and I will not leave her.

I will not abandon her. I’ll hold her hand and comfort her,

As long as I am able. My fate must wait with hers.

Empathy keeps me grounded. Self-preservation will be

Sacrificed if needed. If I let go of caring, the machine has won.

I can be a winner in death. Winning and failing are abstract words.

They can have opposing definitions depending on one’s perspective.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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