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Writer's pictureSam John

PUSH

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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