{"sf1_id":1861537,"sf2_id":"4nAE9oMn","title":"The Ever Shifting Pillar","author":"Apolarbear17","words":398,"posted_at":"2022-06-07T21:36:00.000Z","tags":["Adaptation","Out of Place Pillar","Poetry","Shifting","venting"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1861537-the-ever-shifting-pillar","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAE9oMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0b/ba/0bba9f01-d853-4d11-91a0-f4fd05914b58","description":"Another poem that feels perennially relevant, about a pillar that's constantly changing. Still choosing to mostly let it speak for itself. Originally posted February 2021","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The Ever-Shifting Pillar\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;By: A.X. Bueno\n\nSomewhere in the world right now stands a pillar terminally out of place and in essence alone\u0026nbsp;\n\nSure it may have several places it could technically call home\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd other pillars not too far away assure it's not truly long on it's own\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut even still it lacks a true place to fit in\n\nIt may shift to adapt to its' surroundings and what it needs to do\u0026nbsp;\n\nHowever that's much to its usually silent chagrin\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor even in the places it calls home, it lacks a sense of belonging within\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt only does its' best to match the other pillars in fulfilling whatever is the task ahead\u0026nbsp;\n\nMimicking them in its' own way to get things done but this doesn't really alleviate it's identity problem\u0026nbsp;\n\nOr the weight consistently above it, its' capacity and abilities usually being misread\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt shifts from place to place as it adapts leading it to take on weights both known and new\n\nSometimes this is considered but other times thanks to its' ever-adjusting disguise others have no clue\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn top of this there is another problem its' camouflage can't help but naturally hide\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe cracks all over its' body that are surrounded by resin dried\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor these cracks heal on their own with a little resin before re-emerging new, respite denied\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf this pillar could it would cry but it is only a pillar leaving any hypothetical tears calcified\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn the end it just wishes at least once it could fully break, break, break\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut it doesn't truly know how so the weight and circumstances it continues to just take\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt'll continue to alternate between not really belonging at all to blending into something it's not\n\nIt's self healing scars, with resin will continue to close, re-open and then bleed\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt the end of the day it's but a humble support pillar shifting to be what it and others need\n\nSometimes it slips up in that and a chunk of it falls off\u0026nbsp;\n\nStill it keeps going\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWaiting for it's seemingly never approaching restoration or equally unlikely payoff\u0026nbsp;\n\nShifting somewhere isolated either needed or standing by\u0026nbsp;\n\nA one of no true kind pillar bearing the weight and watching time fly \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}