Dear Fate and God Let Me Put Some Balm on Your Feet

I know it was a long walk. Feet could be tired, and soles chafed

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You have walked with me all my life.
I slept. You stood guard to see me safe.
I got knocked by the stones on the path.
My people treated my wounds every time.
You also must have got hurt a few times.
I think no one treated your wounds ever.
You have been with me. Hence…