broken stools

i sit and lean

on broken stools

as one side wobbles

i adjust my equilibrium

i could sit and lean

on these broken stools

for hours

without falling

but something shifts

a little too far

in one direction

i lose my balance

stumbling onto the ground

as close to earth as possible

no matter what catalyst

shook my seat

i know what bends

sometimes breaks

i have sat and leaned

on too many broken stools

these shifty foundations

were never meant to last

i should sit and lean

into the idea

that the uncertainty

of constantly becoming

who i am

means i might fall

never in a thousand inceptions

could i draft every stool perfect

because perfection

is only but a concept

and

these broken stools

have taught me

more resilience

than perfection ever has