It is dark here.
We have dug a den,
a hole to hide in.
Safe, secure, one entrance to guard
with snarling, snapping lunges.
Beyond the border we guard,
light illuminates.
We squint at silhouettes,
afraid of what lies behind.
The dark we know,
but light lures.
Shawn L. Bird 
I see you following close behind, as I head, pell mell, towards the beacon.
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Blogger Recognition Award!!! 😊 – writeshefali
https://writeshefali.wordpress.com/2016/06/18/blogger-recognition-award-%f0%9f%98%8a/
I have nominated you because you’re poems speak life into existence for me. Thank you for writing.