An Objective Point Of View Poem by Maya Hanson

Call me fractured, call me broken
Call me the handhold you can't quite reach
Call me the buildup, flames to embers
Call me everything or something or nothing
Call me silent, call me scarred
Call me rhythm but please don't touch

Call me something I've never heard,
let me speak in the third person,
my nails are cracking,
my blinks crumbling,
my bones snap like memories,
I am stepping out and leaving this frame behind me,
I don't want to own anything I can't fix.