The cracks in us grow incessantly
From the very moment we come to be
Once we enter the world,
Our flawlessness begins to cease
We can hold on to nothing, from the instant we start to breathe
Only perhaps in those fleeting moments,
When that knowledge we try to flee
Because those cracks, those lines, within us,
That little by little, progress day by day
Herald our unconscious but continuous decay.
The only certainty we have, is its intractable inevitability.
So we hide behind the shadows and the masks
Of our own constructed, desperate, falsity
Primarily because fear drives us to run from reality
We fight it like a tidal wave, a Tsunami,
That is threatening to pull us under
And that reaction we have,
When something threatens our survival,
Ironically, is the very thing that feeds both that darkness and its revival.
But to contradict our instincts, would be to shatter our denial,
Because to function, we need to believe that our existence will be eternal.
So we bolt through life like lightening
Thinking that if we Stop
We might be thrown into that abyss inside,
It’s unknowable vastness
From which we have spent a lifetime trying to hide
So we do not Stop.
We cannot Stop.
Because there is no prospect more frightening
Than to just Stop.
And allow our true thoughts, in all their Naked Violence
Our true selves, stripped in all their Rawness
Our Rage and Anger, unleashed in all their Pureness
And endure the most deafening distressing sound of all,
That of True Silence.
Kate Taylor
