I am pure
Once was I hole
Now crushed, fine
Into a powder
Floating through the air, unappreciated
Once I settle I lay ever so still
Like an untouched book on the highest shelf
Every day I watch leather against steel
And as I the only bridge between
Through the air many fly
Twisting and flipping and
Landing neck first into the
Soft and squishy squares of foam
And I watch day and night
As the lights shine down
Illuminating the dust lifted slowly into the light
At times it is loud from ages young and old
As night goes on it slows to a hold
Change happens, through still I lie
Waiting to be used
In a gym filled with blue
Broken yet still surrounded
By what was once whole
Categories:
Broken Apart
Winter 2026
February 6, 2026