I have a blade, but I do not have a handle. I am often seen in homes.

I recieve more love when I feel most broken. People offer a loving touch and space to recover. But for some reason when I'm better and feel put together they're no longer by my side. They keep their distance and stare instead. What am I?

I echo through the city streets, but I do not echo through the open road. You often hear me in a moment of frustration.

Back and forth without a beat You’ll love me in the summer heat Toss me aside, I’ll just come back Catch me, or you’ll get a whack

I’m more than a million, but not quite a ton, A bolt from the blue, and the job is done. Without my power, you won’t go far eighty-eight’s nothing without my spark!