Victory

I wrote this as a representation of how my months of sorrow and depression has finally come to an end. I didn't think the feeling was good enough until I decided to write them down.

Treading the path of defeat,
   I lost my way and surrender was my last card;

To bout any further would be a fool's choice,
   Hence, with head bowed low I walk away;

Walking past my adversaries,
   I did my best to avoid their smug looks;

Nothing seemed in place,
   Everything collided and burnt to bare ashes;

But as the holy book says,
   Ecc 9:4 "Anyone who is among the living has hope �"even a live dog is better off than a
   dead lion!";

I knew the battle wasn't over,
   I knew there was nothing else to do but fight to regain my liberty;

Stepping over the ballistic rocks and obstacles,
   I squinted at a blinding light waiting in the end;

Groping, reaching, grasping, grabbing for whatever that shall aid me to it,
   The light was still and sure. I knew it wasn't fleeing anywhere;

At the moment of arrival,
   A ray of hope shined down on me;

The feel of victory,
   it was strong and powerful;

The smell of victory,
   it was magically alluring;

The taste of victory,
   it was better than a Royal's feast;

The sight of victory,
   it was like sweets to children;

The moment of victory,
   it was mine.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think about the breaks. To be honest, I think they're too much, and I've never really wrote a poem that way, but a little experimenting goes a long way. So please comment on them.