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The walk to celebrate
With no personal rebellion against anyone, but, against her own fears,
She urged to find out more about the one chained in prison..
More about her, who had various reasons to escape,
But, remembrances of tiny joys did not let her touch the door..
And she lied in the arms of her only love,
More than a room,
More than a house,
Suitable for cuddling,
Was often down in the dark,
Feeling the suffering of its sleepless beauty..
The poor roof over her head had the image of the world awaiting her survival,
The image of herself in old age, rattling her walking stick..
Each closed door seemed like panic,
And no where were glorious rewards seen..
She dreamt of a dead body,
Yes, her own body..
That battled with forced life..
And was buried long after the death,
The very vision explained the architecture of her life,
A covered skeleton with no movement..
Just then she intended to plug its motor into life again,
Break all the barriers and find a way..
She doubted if she would ever come back,
But that spoke the very warmth she felt..
This made the first difference in her life..
Having recently broken the chains,
She did not know what to do with her newfound freedom..
She looked at the outlines of the stars,
Amazed at the way they waited for her,
And started the walk..
With eagerness and surprise,
Fighting all the answers to,
What if she is unable to walk all the way through?
Throughout the way,