A Tribute

Where is she, her true being? When again will I find her, she, who is no one's daughter, mother, sister, wife, lover or friend? The one, who just is, real and free.

Here I present a tribute to that woman.

A child's soul. Alone. Fighting against the whole wide world. Not a soul left she can have faith in. The once perennial fountainhead of trust have run dry. Everything appears like a mirage to her, an illusion, not something to run to, but everything to run away from. In such a hostile land, she fights, furiously, alone. Providence had not equipped her to be a fighter. She was sent to earth as a connoisseur of love, of faith, of beauty. Yet hacking and slashing in a furious desperation of survival is all that is left for her.

Yet she fights, the non-fighter, with an amazing relentless tenacity for life. Tired and heavily scarred she is, but never yielding. Full of fear in anticipation of possible hostilities the next turn of life can bring her, yet she perseveres drawing from some unknown and unfathomable source of courage within. Time and space may finally be able efface her from the face of the earth, but it will never be able to defeat her.