Battle cry
Li ke a tree that bends and bows, but never breaks, she stood in the full onslaught of life, and drew a line in the sand. Battle gear on, her armour polished to a blinding shine, she stood her ground, her war cry loud enough to summon angels, and raw enough to strike fear at the core of demons. She went into hiding for a while, flying under the radar, far off the grid, to lick wounds that cut deep and left it's mark, forever changing her. She licked her wounds in quiet places, safe places where faces were familiar and warm, where no questions were asked, or explanations were required. She took everything in as she went about her business: the warm knowing smiles that spoke volumes, the casual hugs given in busy corridors, the whispered encouragements, innocent words with loaded meaning. Promises unspoken, but understood: "I'm here!" And with her army behind her, she stepped forward and screamed in the face of adversity" "I am here, and I not alone!" St...
