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