MoW

~She places her head in her palms and thinks about everything that has happened in the last year. Where she was, where she has been, who she has been around, and who she's lost. She knows this is just a fleeting moment of misdirection and uncertainty in her life. Brought on by her monthly chemical imbalance called womanhood. She needs to regain her focus and maintain her goals. She doesn't want to admit she's lonely. She doesn't want them to know she falters. Her heart beats and the uncertainties plague her thoughts, sleep will not come. She flips her hair back with a confident hand, but the unsteadiness in her stomach make her realize she is not the master of her destiny today. Sometimes she thinks she is an amazon queen and can conquer the world, parted crowds with her glare and harsh body language. Yet there are times when the armour cracks and she begrudgingly admits her weakness. Every good warrior must know the limitations to their power. It is the key to their survival. At least that's what she tells herself.~