Jiggle of Key

forms of fear
enlighten the strongest
of us
will they tell us
what they see
are we just the terrified child
born of a mother
grown to old and cold
to treat us as
anything

your lies
disconnect us further
from the womb
umbilical rotted away
to long ago
for memories account
we ask not for
a map to where
the apron strings once were
just for deliverance

keep us locked in a prison
with no clue
as to crimes or key
what of the sentence
confining us
sins committed by a hand
before we were even born
and here we are
answering to these actions