Hiding.

Seeking shelter in the long grass.
Driven by fear and trepidation.
It's warm here. Safer, cosier,
welcoming almost.

Instinct. We're animals after all.
But what if the grass is too tall?
And the cold tendrils of suffering
drive you deep, deep down?

Huddled in your hidey hole,
the outside world is obliterated.
Screw your eyes tight shut and
there's a universe of flickering stars.

Burrow down a bit deeper. Then,
and only then will the shaking stop.
It's a clammy warmth, but you must
make do. Can't leave. Petrified.

But later, much later, a doubt
begins to filter through. A thin,
flickering ray of sunlight pierces
the darkness of your despair.

Perhaps the danger has passed?
Maybe it's safe to venture out?
Finding the courage to do that
is the hardest part of all.

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