raising the white flag

As I was getting ready for church this morning, I saw a girl. She was standing in front of me. I thought she looked vaguely familiar, perhaps someone from my past. I took a step closer, tilted my head and looked at her. She too was staring right back at me but now with tears streaming down her cheeks. The look on her face was unmistakable, her pain pierced my heart. I recognised that face instantly and the tears she cried.
Each drop spelt D.E.F.E.A.T
I knew she'd been trampled on, the words DEFLATED and DEJECTED were written clearly for all to see on her tear stained face. The next thing I saw was her raising the white flag, she was giving up and giving in. I called out to her, tried to tell her NO!! Tried to convince her to persevere and not go down in shame, especially not after fighting for so many years. I even shouted but to no avail. It seems the little strength she had left in her could no longer hold her weight, standing up would as if, drain the life out of her.

"Shall we call upon our SuperHero then?"
She shook her head.
"Why not? We'll stand victorious for sure!!"
And for the first time she spoke, almost whispered, "He'll come and turn everything topsy-turvy. He'll start cleaning out my closet and I don't want that to come out."
I stood before her in silence, not knowing what to say.

The shrieking sound of my mobile caught my attention. I looked at the time, "Shoot!! 11:30".
I turned away from the mirror, grabbed my bag and hurried out.