The Push

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There will be a push without a warning.
All your shackles will be torn apart.
Defenseless, you will be tumbled,
The thorns will make you bleed.
You will be clueless, critised
Untill one day you will start walking,
Without the pair of crutch.
Still bleeding on the same road, thorny
But without an 'Ouch'. 


©️Souraseni

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