The revolution began when she picked up her pen The ink bled onto the page exposing old wounds The once tough, obnoxiously loud, attention seeking clown She did one of the most bravest things anyone can do. She began to relive old traumas and let the black ink on the page replace her dark shadows She placed her most vulnerable lived experiences on display Her soul, Awoke, cried, grieved and began to heal She didn’t romanticize who she was to stay familiar. She let others grieve her. She kept moving forward Her world taught her to be palatable, grateful, and quiet. She decided to rise. She decided to be soft She chose peace She chose herself