For so long they contained all
that was evil, fear comprehensible
as a bully, a threat
to push me deep into the stinging
heart of a thicket –
I hacked a risky path.
And while dreams sifted through green nights
nettles sprang up, impossibly –
silvery undersides welting my ankles,
a poison assuaged with fern sap:
thin veil of defense
only a child could believe.
© T. Clear
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