Broken Bones, Broken Promises

Broken bones lying on the ground

Broken promises lying all around

Broken walk, broken talk, broken mind

All great expectations left behind

Under bridges

broken

Not a subway token

Piece of time

Wandering

Crawling through this strange landscape

I begin to feel moss

Beneath my skin

Moist and soft

Creeping into my pores

Through muscles

Reaching bones

Mending with being still

With only will

Weaving intricate patterns

Anew

Mending and sending

Spirals

Connecting to pathways

Too small to travel

Except with light

Light making whole and

Bringing support to promises made

I merge with myself