Box Hedge Maze

At the centre of it all I imagined my prize would be worthy of sacrifice.

My blood, my sweat, my tears.

I’d slay demons, tread where angels feared.

I’d charge forward and onward, ride the halls, the endless corridors, past the unforgiving walls.

But then I was gone.

The trace-back thread snagged and torn.

Untied from the truth, I was lost,

Numb to more cost.

Brought to my knees.

When I looked up to a new blue sky, unseen, forgotten in soul-bending toil.

I saw a way home. To call out. To ask – please.

Grasp an offered hand and stand on the shoulders of giants.