She is. She was. She asks.

She was a fire from within. A strength that divided the Pacific. A courage that spoke of no fear. She was ready to be perceived in the light that all who spoke of her knew…

She was a leader. One whom held compassion for those she coincided with. They kept her up. They prompted her to perform. For no leader without people can find value in what they strive for. That she knew.

She worked tirelessly to outperform her competitors, to showcase to this world the way she could gravitate those who questioned her. She had faith that in due time, she and her people would know the strength of building together. Because in credence, comes passion.

Yet over time, her values diminished. Her heart fell dry, her worth fell weary. She continued to feel battered, broken, devalued. She lost her love for her people, and with that, her people began to falter. She knew she was suffocating her world from the inside out; but she couldn’t find a moment to catch her breathe.

She felt the hum of her heart battering against her chest, she felt the heat of her eyes grow warm with angst and frustration. She knew that her soul began to lose itself, she knew that she began to lose herself.

With that she asked one question; is this her love of passion beginning to fade, or is this the realization of her leader’s values thrashing against her own?

With such a heartache of sacrifice, she continued to believe that she could repair the lost connection. She felt that she could uphold the standard, if she’d only try harder. If she’d only push herself farther. Maybe if she’d give more of herself, more than her cup could empty, that her people may be safe whilst she satisfied her superiors.

It hadn’t taken long before she’d realized that emptying her cup beneath its desolate state when she’d noticed a stringent shift in the tone of her self. For no leader is one without strength in people, nor is a leader lacking their merit.