Fear not the fall, for every stumble
A chance to rise, to learn and grow.
In others' triumphs, find your spark,
Let love ignite, let passion flow.
Untangle doubts, break free from chains,
Resilience blooms, dispelling pains.
Embrace the journey, let it guide,
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Yasemin Yiğit Kuru
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Chapters
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