I’ll be re-posting some older pieces that may have been lost in the archives. Have a great weekend!
Hers was transparent.
Some called it a worthless piece of armor that would fail to protect her when the fighting started.
Made of glass, it was given to her by her mother.
A shield handed down by generations of women before her who had gone into battle.
It gave them away every time.
Exposing their every move.
Revealing every flinch – more a window than a shield.
Leaving them completely vulnerable.
So, how had it survived the generations?
How had something perceived as a weakness manage to last?
Unlike the solid shields, made heavy with the purpose of withstanding a blow, hers was lightweight.
It allowed her the freedom to maneuver with precision.
It was blinding in its glare.
It also gave her the opportunity of perspective – the clarity of scope.
While the others peaked out from behind armor that was supposed to protect them, she stood out in the…
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