She stares back at the bruises that have scarred her body, Upon the mirror she sees the stream of tears running down her face. Will she admit defeat? Yes. Will she allow herself to be vulnerable to pain? Yes.
She gets up. She dusts off the anxieties that have clouded her mind. Will she be okay? Of course. Will she conquer? Of course.
For underneath her battered soul lies the heart of a warrior. For underneath all the fears she has, she will rise as a queen.