Hope is the Secret Sauce

 Twenty two and half degrees to the left

rain cuts the trees of forest 

push down leaves in darkness

I have to sleep but this is no challenge 

for 

I am the terror

I am the sasquatch 

the lord of this manor of darkness

man never fears the wood

the wood fears the man 

for 

will to kill is more

powerful than an instinct

this shrub is an ode 

to my strength 

not here to kill or

destroy with wanton

only calculated 

and clean

within reason

bravery's reward is

greater than fear's comfort

a man juts out in the wild

like the trees jut out to the expanse 

a bold attempt to touch the stars

don't let up on your hope boy

hope is the secret sauce that makes us men

despondency is a warm blanket to smother your desires' end