Among thorned branches do I sit,
content to stay hidden from the world.
It is a contentment I no longer wish for,
yet these thorns bite me as I struggle,
just as those who wish to find me do.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
Among thorned branches do I sit,
content to stay hidden from the world.
It is a contentment I no longer wish for,
yet these thorns bite me as I struggle,
just as those who wish to find me do.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017