Push.
I push. And I crack. And I break.
It leaves me feeling out of sorts. And out of luck.
I always wanted the ideal life.
Nothing too special.
Just a home, a family, and a job.
I quickly realized that those things would soon be taken from me.
I was young. I was afraid. I was alone.
And so I pushed. I would never feel that way again.
And one day, my heart was okay.
With cherishing what God has for me.
And I stopped. I don't need to push.
Peace. Forgiveness. New Beginnings.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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