There is nothing more wondrous than regaining one's faculties after a mentally disturbing life-jolt. Ahhh...
There is nothing worst, however, than being pushed down and discarded as if you're nothing at all; as if your presence is no longer desired, and your services are no longer preferred. Being swapped out for something better can be, and is often, the lowest point of a relationship (be it work or personal), and is a death threat to any possibility of restoration. What happened to the accomplishments, the standards you once lived by? What happened to the queenly aura that lured feeble ones in for just a touch of your strength?
Gray women and queens whose lives have been abruptly halted, suffer mental trauma and loss of respect that most don't fully recover from. Not because it's impossible, but because the work to get back up, and restore your placement, is honestly disgustingly difficult. Men, on the other hand, tend to reclaim their store a lot easier, faster; White men, foreign men, Black American men - in that order - just have an easier time of it compared to women. That is not to say that they don't suffer mental anguish after trauma, too. They just tend to get past it a whole lot quicker as they work, while crazy, with a fair amount of proficiency! https://www.bridgestorecovery.com/about-us/
Okay, you're among commoners who have heard of you and watched you from afar for decades. Now here you are at their feet, on their turf, walking and existing alongside them. They don't understand your true identity because - due to exposure - you, too, have taken on a common appeal. So, what do they do with you? They clump you in with them and utilize your fear to leverage their own standards upon you. Will you let them, or are you too tired from the journey to care?
Know this... you cannot kill a queen. You cannot trade her off, either. A queen dies away when she's finished her course.
She may no longer look like a traditional queen, or smell like one, either. Her smile may be chapped and her lips parched, but it remains colored in a fetching hue. Regardless, her assignment lives on, as does she. Her jolting journey would have killed a common woman. The mere fact that she walks on, upright, says it all. The palace may have ejected her, the nobles may have decided upon a new queen, but you can't discard one queen for another because queens don't die, they finish.
Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift (October 1726)
|Nhat Crawford, author|
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