On the Rocks

She lay there, forlorn and broken, on top of the large jagged boulder. Her naked form, once so vibrant and alive, now exhausted and abandoned. The boulder, jagged and rough, is a stark contrast to her fragile form. There is a strange sense of surrender in the way she lay there, as if she had given up fighting against the weight of the rock, against the cruelty of the world. Yet there is strength in her surrender. Acceptance that she could no longer fight, that she had to let go and allow the universe to take its course. The juxtaposition of the two is both beautiful and tragic. The rock above, once a symbol of stability, now seemed threatening, like it could crush her at any moment. Her broken body now a part of the boulder, forever entwined in a dance of life and death, of strength and fragility, of surrender and power.