Palette of Woe

At the entrance of chill dark carven,
we turn from the warm light,
courage unworn...
But how?
Far in the damp dark darkness,
being faint and weary...
How?
A sudden opening above,
and we are waiting...
But invited back again,
to the life nourishing day...
Why?
The leap of nature longing,
from under pressure of pain.
So immense so strong...
All less immediate motives,
likely forgotten till...
the pain has been escaped from.