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The heaviness grows

with the weight of a thousand years

Weary of fighting the same old wars

Eyes unfocused and shoulders drooping

We trudge together

not in triumph

But in struggle

Some fall behind

But a few march on

Will we be greeted by victory?

Or crushed by defeat?

We do not know yet

But march we will

Because we know not how to stop..

or to beat a retreat.

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Damayanti Chandrasekhar lives in Florida with her husband and two children,  loves yoga, baking and the Tao. She has a Masters degree in Journalism and currently volunteers at the local public school.  Her other interests include reading, travelling and playing agony aunt via her blogwww.punctuatelife.com.