Has it ever been from
the world you would hide.
So it is with me.
To hide under a bush,
With covers of leaves so fine,
that no one can see me.
I could survey the world 
without being seen.
Soon, as times before
with wounds licked and healed,
I'll emerge into the sun,
only to fight the blinding rays.
Why didn't I stay under the bush,
all safe and secure.
But, struggle I must,
for beyond the sun,
IS THEE.