Little Wanda The Brave,
Wasn't like the other little girls,
She isn't the princess.
In her world,
She was the knight.
The fighter.
Armed with
her wood carved sword and shield
don't tell mummy or she'll scold poor daddy
She fought the dragons,
the monsters.
She gets to save
the prince.
The people adored her.
Everyone cheered.

Lady Wanda The Brave
Had her own battles.
In her head.
In her heart.
The monsters were inside her.
She had no sword
Or shield
And daddy was nowhere,
"don't tell mum, but I reckon
he'll be back one day"
No one cheered for her.
No one loved her.
Fear.
Anger.
The horror.
The nightmares.
The loneliness.
And no prince
to save her.
"This is my battle."
She lived on.
Waited
W a i t e d
W a i t e d

One night she surrenders,
like they always do
It was easier.
An unknown world
waiting for her
I'll fight my battles there,
Real monsters. Real dragons.
Not me. I don't want to fight myself.

And it's over.

Her prince looked on,
Clicked his tongue,
shook his head,
And decided,
**"Lady Wanda The Brave,
isn't so brave after all."