Mishandling of Time

We are born

with power

but delivered  

into chaos

time will

be spent 

reinforcing our

barriers

to keep out  

fear

unknowing

locking out

knowledge

of our true

self

we create

constant noise

and motion

ensuring

we never

meet ourselves

going on further

avoiding touch

at all costs

always afraid

of what’s

on the other side

yet in rare moments

of silence

that awareness

of ourselves

creeps in

wispy as fog

penetrating the walls

so carefully built

some stop

and listen

taking in light

reconnecting

to the elements

of self

others create

busyness

avoiding the call

slowly disappearing

forever beneath

the carefully

drawn lines

of years

of avoidance

at the moment

of awareness

which some

call death

understanding

appears

fear is the prison

so carefully built

and now escape

is no longer

possible