In shadows I wait, frozen to the wall, watching..
From the shadows I spring into the sun patch for moment..
Only for a moment.
What is it that I fear?
What makes me tremble so?
I see out stretched hands waiting…
Waiting for me to grasp them…
Waiting to pull me from the shadows.
I want so bad to grasp those hands.
I want so much to break free.
But, the dark places I return to..
They are all I know.