Her heart so full of desolation I couldn’t begin to imagine the depths of her agony. But still she rises. Still she stands. Still she runs away from the slump of which try’s to bring her down every single day. The whispers of it say ‘stay here, cry, hate, wallow sicken, fall apart’. NO. she silences them often and quickly. With her head ever so high the trod of her is godly she is strong. She is brave and she is fierce. She is the definition of a women.