/ROUGH PATCH/
A non-negotiable turn on this alley:-
We can only, but brace ourselves,
To scale this tortuous terrain.
Yeah, sometimes we come out all burns & bruises.
What matters when the dust settles,
Is that we did not succumb to any rough patch.
Our bruises, & scars
Are medals & souvenirs
Of men who did not cower,
When the night was darkest;
Of men who did not scamper,
When the straits were dire.
So, when you find us bloodied
& triumphant still,
Know this-
We are made of sterner stuff,
& till our breath finally fizzles,
We do not retreat from any endeavour.
Adelante!

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A veces sentimos que estamos vencidas pero sale esa fuerza de adentro que nos impulsa a seguir adelante.

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