Hedged

Hedged

by dan ankers

Hedged in

I’m wedged in

but I make it through the best

Yes, the best that I can

Beneath labored duress

I find so much stress

and it turns into strength

Of which, I have got spare tanks

Only, these full tanks of essences cannot be seen

unless you have eyes

for the light that is green

I see them in homes

these folks through their windows

shadows and echoes

of their own pasts and other people’s enviable lives

Always waiting

Yes, they are always waiting

for the now to ignite

Never

suspecting

or perhaps, shunting those thoughts aside

that only from within

does such light provide

and never without fighting

the terrible ghouls which guard it

The first of which clung to us all

when we were thrown so rudely from the garden

The first of all fears

which was created when we were expelled from our mothers wombs,

and brought first, to mind, visions of goblins and tombs.

Or whatever passes for that, when you are an infant lying down for a nap.

With all of those eerie eyes, peering across the black, which never seem to blink

or smile back.

So break through, I shall

And break out, I can

Because I cannot be stopped now

by myself, nor a woman

or a man.

Yes, Even in death, I will find new breath

Here in life, I am inspired by things yet unseen

Planting such seeds;

replicating what’s green

Of the type, which never decay.