Jen Juice

In the comfort of fear

She sat

Unmotivated

And yet, controlled almost

Like a deer running from the gun smoke

Or maybe a pit stop some place between her kingdom

And the place she needs to see…

She reaps.

As the harvest comes…

So does she.

Take refuge in those who love you.

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