I am a bowling ball 

heavy with holes, 

unwilling to be used by you any longer. 


You finger me at your will then

Throw me away

again and again, 

and again. 


I have become hard to survive; your grip is squeezing the life from me

You toss me away,

send me careening wildly into grief and yet 

I roll back.


I roll back because I love you. 

I roll back because I long to be loved by you.

I roll back because I want you to fix something inside that my father broke, 

I roll back because I hate who I have become.


I am a bowling ball 

heavy with holes, 

unwilling to be used by you any longer.