It is hard to live your life in the shadows of a man. To be a pawn in someone’s chess game. An object owned. By someone who has little thought of your abundant layers and depths. Of your passion for life and hunger for freedom.
Time passes and you become less of yourself, as your soul bleeds into him. These men collect chess pieces, driven by want for power. And then they leave when you become a shell of yourself.
You are not alone. In the shadows, you will find other women. You are not pawns. You are a Dame, a Queen. The most powerful player on the board.