SHE....The Prairie Angel,reaching out..

She walks gracefully,silently drifting through the clouds of darkness surrounding her.She was yet to reach her goal, her destination.And the recent shroud of darkness, which was so unnerving in the beginning, she actually welcomed now.She was an anonymity here,blending right in..No one had the time to point fingers at her,no more whispers accompanying her,plaguing her path.No unhappiness to haunt her throughout her life,no failures to taunt her along the way....She was here, atlast where a bold change was accepted and not blanched upon..where there were others like her..clamouring and asking for more change..where she could be the change..


She remembered that eons ago,she wielded the power without question,the power for which she was fighting now,the power to go ahead and do what she ached to,to stand by justice,the power just to speak out...but that claim,that freedom and that sheer feel of power was lost somewhere in the mists of the time....

Somewhere along her path,her swirling skirts were restricted, her face shadowed by the veil forced on her,her voice not above a whisper and her place in the house...barefoot and in the kitchen....at an age when she ached to go out and play..to gallop freely over the moors..to swim and to shine..all dreams shattered...no questions asked and certainly none answered..And all this if she were blessed enough not to die...

Of course she wanted to fight back,to get back what she wanted,to do what was prohibited...she didn't just because she did not know she could..When some fought back and took the lead she followed..She talked,she cajoled,she begged,she cried and then she fought..fought for the right that was all along hers too..the right to be able to understand those illegible scrawls,the right to run across the wide open prairie,the right to fly those metallic birds she had seen in the sky..and for the right to quench her thirst for the knowledge...

Fighting her way,walking,running,stumbling and sometimes crawling..she got through the tunnel of darkness..to this place,which was also dark,but with the shrouds already lifting..the prospect of her regaining her power seems plausible now....actually pretty much probable

so thats how she got here....still walking swiftly but silently, her thirst quenched..but just for the time being..but her way ahead is now illuminated brightly by the beacon of her determination and by the sheer force of her will..She knows its a long winding path in the desert..but when the oasises are so frquent now...she knows just to plough on her path...