I Am Not Afraid of Time

There’s a faint voice in my chestTelling me I have no time on which to holdInsisting that I hurryWhispering steadily, speedilyThat I quicken my stepHasten my ascent to ever fleeting successIncessantly reminding me of my ageAnd that I am becoming too old for firsts or fresh startsSo I speak over myselfLoudlyDrowning out the tick-tockingWhile respecting that I only get so many before I endI will acknowledge but will not fear time  _______________________________Photography: Lanaya@writing.for.the.calm