A BRAVER YOU She asks me is she brave. And I look at her, here. Still here, still trying after all these years. After all the ditches in which she almost died and all the nights she cracked and cried, a river. Am I brave, she quivers. And I show her a mirror. Of all the she's she used to be and all the ways she fought to be free. Yes, I say, with the deepest of truth, I have never seen a braver you. DONNA ASHWORTH from Growing Brave