To Go, To Go, To Go

I stumbled into being, a three legged beast
My hands outstretched like tentacles to
Comfort, correct, caress
I fell with a reverberating thump into the dust
Ringing through by ribs 
Small men with ropes greatening my burden

Bright lines
On slate grey
Plaster crunches under
No ones feet.
Walls proclaim
In red, blue, yellow
Words that mean a lot
To a person out there
“Spine”
“Breadwinner”
“Gold”
Or maybe just
A name.
“Meg!”