So they stayed hidden. Cowering in the dark, in corners where they could protect themselves. They whispered and kept each other company. Encouraged each other to stay alive, just hang on until…
They were good, and given a chance, they would work, make a difference. There were lots of them.
But the shouting and crying kept them back.
One day, the shouting stopped. So did the crying.
The door opened. Light shined. Out they tumbled, happy, free-flowing.
The ideas.