Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul

She wears strength and darkness equally well, The girl has always been half goddess, half hell

I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.

Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.

She is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for 'threat' when a woman wears it well.

What if I told you that damage doesn't define you and the way you survive is no one else's business?

We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.

You are half fairytale, half girl.

Trauma when left untreated has the capacity to make a villain out of you.

But the universe never promised you this would be easy. After all, you are the hero here.

A story is no small thing.

Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.

That idea...it was you. You are the universe’s fairytale come true.

A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.

These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.

Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.

People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.

Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.

Our stories don't begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.

Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God's favorite till he fell.

Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.

You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.

We write songs about it and poetry, and sweet stories, but people hurting each other will never become pretty. Every time a heart breaks and repairs, there are scars.

So sing a soft lullaby to the things you hate about yourself, and get to know them too.

Maybe living your truth will not make you happy all the time, but it will make you happy every day.

These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.

Beauty and Bravery When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.

Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.

Hunger: The Darkest Fairytale People ask questions, but no one asks the right questions. Who knew 'How are you so skinny?' instead of 'When was the last time you ate?' could be the difference between getting help and nearly dying

You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.

And now for your next act, drink the poison he gives you, and make it look damned good.