a prickly affair

It was an introspective weekend where i had the pleasure of being in company of ladies from all walks of life , ages and professions. Each of these women had a common goal...to be the best woman she knew to be...underlined by the ever burning hope that no matter the demands and changes of an ever evolving world and societies expectations and standards..she just knew to come back...time and time again...stronger than before.

The sad part of it, is that with every battle, a little more of herself she has had to sacrifice without being aware that she has...misunderstood by those around her, who love her dearly but, do not understand the demands she herself has placed on herself...wishing simply to be the most 'perfect'.

If only she knew how to not be her own worst enemy... and that maybe being perfect may not mean that which she thinks...

...this is dedicated to u...

 to be a mother or a wife or a sister , someones girlfriend...or...simply a girl, a woman 

would u know what it takes?

for at times so confused a state of mind

the demands, expectations, insinuations my very being shakes.

cowering, wandering, thinking i had it right 

that bulb switches on in my head so bright!

and then, all of a sudden, the limitations shift

a new set of rules a new set of needs plonked at my feet!

a turmoil, a rush a gush of confusion

trying to find myself in this new mess... a new seat.

how tiring, aggravating, irritating this new demand

and should i dare fail this global command

where would it leave me...?... should i ignore, let me try...?

fukc u all!...be the cry.

RB.