I am being brave walking through black storms, standing up telling my own story of how he yelled at me, hit me, pushed me on the bed.

I am being brave by no longer letting him have power over me, instead I have the right hand, I have the power to stand alone and report what he did to me.

No longer are his black monsters coming at me, I crushed them to death, I crushed those shooting sharp pains showing them I am Queen of being the one who can stop the terror, who can take over the kingdom.

I am being brave by showing him and the world that he can no longer push me to the ground, no longer I am hiding inside of my closet, I come out and show him that I am brave.