I stand here battered, bruised and with an immense feeling of defeat, yet I have no memory of the battle. Was I even present, and if so did I give it my all? Was I leading the revolution or a mere pawn used as a shield?

I remember the purpose and still taste its sweet promise of fulfillment on my lips, yet as I swallow the bitterness of failure is stronger in my throat. My eyes no longer focused on what appears to be an illiusion of my future, but instead blinded by anger of the deception.

My arms ache, my feet are sore, my soul is weary from the ordainment of society to succumb to their idealism of womanhood. My shoulders heavy from the struggle of carrying my offsprings, but done so with a dignified grace.   

As I stop to take deep breaths, my pulse slows, my mind quiescent yet coherent, I realize that I stand here yet again, alone. To the untrained eye, the road ahead seems full of promises but to the wise, long and desolate.

Although I have yet to understand my placement, I foolishly possess a strong desire to fight yet again and to the end. So I say with a renewed spirit, ARISE!!

Cover your wounds, replace your armour and fulfill your destiny!!

After all the Battle has just begun.