She bows her head The tears The pain The sorrow The ostracization The grief In time, It becomes a lump instead of the overwhelming weight. Her spirit comes to life as she lifts her head. And takes one more step.. Determined. To continue. To keep breathing. To keep loving. To keep living. To keep being. Her existance an act of war. Her voice raises up and speaks her truth. With joy, With sorrow, With grief, She lets it out and chooses to live.. over and over.. throughout her journey.
Do you see her?