A poem inspired by our inaugural JDNM retreat

Hope... she put it in her pocket and ran
Joy... she put it in her pocket and ran
Love... she put it in her pocket and ran

She ran and ran and ran until she saw the smiling face of the sun.

The sun filled her with a glorious feeling and then she knew.

Hope, Joy and Love were always hers and no one could take them away from her.

— Michelle Giorno,
Jane Doe No More Survivors Speak Outreach Team Member