Broken? Poem by rylee gould

Broken?
Rushing through the back door
Without a care in the world
Of what could happen.
One step, two step, slam
I'm on the ground
Pain shooting from my foot
Was it broken?
No
Couldn't be
First day passes
My foot bluer than the ocean
Was it broken?
Couldn't be
Day two
Jumping of my bike
Instant pain shooting up my foot
A possible sprain, but it couldn't be broken
I thought.
Day number three
Still in pain
The blue now turning green
The humiliating limp at its worst
Is it broken doctor?
Yes, terribly