Dreaming for Something More
There were those things that haunted you in your dreaming for something more. They felt so large and dangerous as you huddled there on the doorstep, looking outward, pondering your next move. You were paralyzed, convinced that should you set out you'd surely be consumed by sharp teeth and greedy tongues.
Later on down the path you were surprised to find those same fears and losses exposed for what they were; phantoms of fear, deflated now like dark balloons, lying there shriveled and worthless on the floor.
The real danger lay in the quiet safety of that room, a cage made of invisible (but no less real) bars of fear, held in place by hopeless resignation. Darkness will cast whatever shadows it can to keep you safe in your room of fear.
The real danger, you realize only now, lay in never setting out.