There is a tiny house on the hilltop
A girl used to live there
Happy and content
Until one day
An attack started
Arrows showered on her house
From where, she had no idea
But they kept coming
Damaging her house
Injuring her
She had to do something, anything
She built walls around her house
But the arrows kept coming
Fearful and panicked
She ran to the cellar
That’s where she decided to live
Free from arrows and fear
Darkness and solitude
Quickly becoming
Her companion
Years later, there is no more attack
But the girl still lives in the cellar
Unaware that it’s now safe
Comfortable being alone
In the dark
But sometimes, she thinks about it
About her beautiful house upstairs
The blue sky and bright sunshine
Then she wonders if it’s time
To try something new