Four walls. A ceiling. A floor.
No door. No window.
Stale air. All dark.
No eyes peeking in. No eyes looking out.
There is no body to be judged, evaluated, or assessed.
There is no body to be blamed, crushed, ostracized or harmed.
There is no body to be saved, strengthened, or supported.
There is no body to be respected, loved or cared.
A broken stool. A broken spirit.
There is nothing else in the room.
No escape, no outlet is in sight.
There is no need. No want.
All desires are dead. All ambitions have been killed.
Bones lie mutilated, a face distorted.
“Who is she?”, you ask.
“What is she?”, you question.
But you have never understood her. I wonder if you ever will.
Her fight is hers alone, and the other women she knows.
They suffer, cry, lament, and lose.
But they also scream, retaliate, rage, and win.
The war is far from over.
Battles being fought all day.
The rallying call is loud and clear.
It’s crossing boundaries each day.
Indifference. Ignorance. Oblivion. Assumptions.
Society today is diseased.
I do not know what is right and what is wrong anymore.
I am ready to hibernate, to sleep.