Warrior

This goes back to the time, that bold time, boldest of her life, or maybe the 'darkest phase', as they call it,

when she decided to search for her spirit,

And there were no zillion reasons for why she had to, 

just one, a single one and that was enough to assure her of her journey 

She didn't want to question her existence, 

Didn't want to rely on the impractical justifications, speculative judgments, 

sick set prejudices that gave way for antipathy.. And all these created and tagged by who? Indubitably by the society. 

And yes, definitely, she had to listen to the society without any resentment as she a social being, 

Who was was expected to not tarnish her image of being unrealistically idealistic and please all the other fellow social beings.. 

But this time she took a chance, she resented at the injustice 

The same injustice she had neglected every other time, 

No but not this time, 

Was that her fault? She questioned, she doubted, she shouted, but she feared.. She feared the stigma.. She feared the terrors of the irrational, dirty, lamentable stigmas. 

She named them monsters. 

Leapt out of prodigious fear of those, 

Those scarier than any of the visuals in horrid horror stories.

The monsters, easier to fight

She thought. 

But, 

Tough to fight, a demon, 

The demon they named anxiety disorder. 

The demon that could be hunted down, 

Only by a companion, 

A pill, milky white, 

Small in size, huge in the ability to fight. 

Yet came with the price of being miserably judged, 

By the society, 

When its help was taken. 

She was scared to fight the demon

The demon that would greedily swallow her anytime, choking her out of her last breath, 

As she stepped out the comfort that gave her warmth, 

The comfort that made her feel like a soft prey, who would be hunted down anytime by the demon that waited to grab her.

She wasn't aware, the demon was inside her, 

Feeding on her alive.. 

Suddenly she got, 

the possible signs, the demon was inside her, 

in the name of symptoms. 

As soon as it struck her, 

She yelped, screamed for help.

Then decided to fight, fight, fight and fight forevermore stronger than ever 

She fought, with a hell of a lot of distinguishable bravery, 

She pledged, she reminded her deepest self, 

Such a kind of self, so deep, that even the most powerful mirrors would fail to visualize

to take a strong stand, 

and reminded herself, 

She was a warrior, with bravery in her soul, 

grace in her heart and beauty in her poise.

After the battle, she felt debilitated, exhausted, 

But had a silent smile that touched her lips, 

She felt serene, 

Yes. She killed the demon, 

The demon they named anxiety. 

Silently prayed, a demon-like this should never wake up again in it's full glory,

To drain her of her confidence, her vitality and her survival..

Though her spirit wasn't found, she was still happy, 

She was still content there was a long way for her to go in search of her spirit.. 

There was a new glimmer of hope, that shone bright in her.. 

She had a raging fire inside her, 

A desire to conquer the oceans, the mountains, everything, just everything. 

But she was warm with a sense of innocence, 

she was graced in her feminity which she embraced proudly, 

She is me, she is you, she is her..