2024-11-08
by
Eleanor Goldfield
i've been to that broken place
full of grace full of holes
where people try a patchwork
of boxes, checked with hope
but none came
and no change
the terror of same
wins every game
same same but worse
somehow
how do you fix something
that was made to be broken
how can you be whole
when you're worth more pieced and sold
I wanna get us out of here
I don't know the best way
i've never seen what it looks like
outside this broken place
but i've been to other worlds
they couldn't steal me that
haven't you dreamt what it feels like
to shed their brokenness
mosaic pieces of all they promised, all they stole
dripping from delicate wings
I am heavy with it all
and I fear the fall
but here we'll be crushed
I think i'd rather fly
if only for a moment
than become another broken piece
in this broken place
another casualty of boxes
that had to be checked
i'd rather step out of line
even if it means
falling from a tightrope
I can't balance in this broken place
let's see if we have wings