One hand on the handle,
I stop at the door.
There are terrors aplenty,
But in here are more.

My heart racing, my breath
Comes out ragged. And, now,
Salt sweat springs unbidden
To crowd at my brow.

So uncertain, alone.
I feel bitter and old.
Standing frozen and still,
It’s in here that it’s cold.

Leave the cave! I must marshal
My strength to go where
I must go, but I know
All the people are there.

This door marks the border
Of daylight and fear.
On the inside it’s dark,
And the wolves are in here.

I could live with the knowledge
I’m weak and afraid,
If I wasn’t aware it’s
By me I’m betrayed.