Warrior
This piece was inspired by Dianne’s post on Monsters & Marrow, especially the line “especially when you feel like your monsters talk louder than your muse.” Please visit and give her some love. 💞
And now, back to the Warrior
If I was an artist, I would paint a lush garden filled with promise, surrounded by a strong, stone wall.
In the gateway, a warrior stands tall, a horde of unspeakable horrors before her.
Behind her the garden is filled with the tender ones, frolicking in their innocence, untouched by the sharp sneers, cutting comments, and demeaning dismissals the monsters bring.
If I was a film maker, I would bring this scene to life. The audience would watch the innocent ones flourish in the garden and become everything they were meant to be.
They would gasp at the horrors and cheer as they bounced off the warrior’s shield and fell to her slashing sword. Evil would be defeated, good would triumph, and the sun would set on their happily ever after.
What neither medium could ever portray is that the warrior who stands so strongly in defense of the others has spent a lifetime living with those same monsters inside her, doing their best to consumer her.