I Hide In Open Spaces Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

I hide in open spaces,
yet you are not able to call my name.
I abolished it. Cast it aside.
Became a non-entity
that
struggles
with
surviving.
Why do we hold on
to
false goals
when the real goal
is to stay aware?
When surrounding outsiders
chant their mocking vibrations,
and
the
cold touch of fire
no longer burns,
that may be where
surrendering begins.
I wish for apathy.
It is not fulfilled.
I'm tied into the
grumbling
growing
of
falling away.
Reluctant to name the
oncoming destroyer,
though I know well
its name.
What can not be named
may be bypassed?
But yes, it is not worth
it to pretend otherwise.
It is known to me.
And even if my name
is
not forgotten,
I hide in open spaces.