by Giavonna Ruggeroli-Wright

I walk into the forest willingly 
and stare down at the wolves 
planning to feast on me 

I am not scared 
my head held high 
Their armor are fangs 
mine is the Lord in the sky 

I will face the wolves 
and perish not 
for should I die in the forest 
my soul would not go to hell and rot 

I stare at the wolves 
Who take pleasure in my pain 
In this moment, I know no fear 
Comforted by Your staff, Your cane 

Take my soul 
under Your power 
and know I face the wolves 
unwavering-fearlessly this hour

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Giavonna Ruggeroli-Wright lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. She is currently going to the University of Las Vegas Nevada for a degree in writing and rhetoric to pursue her desire to be a lawyer. She has had a passion for writing since she was a child and finds it as her greatest outlet for comfort. She recently got married to her highschool-sweetheart, Christopher, last June. She is hopeful for her future and the many things God has in store for her.

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