Shattered Poem by Akua Achampong

Shattered



It's on the first step that I fumble,
Easing my way down.
It's on the second step that I stumble,
Calmly hiding my frown.
But it's on the third step that I tumble,
Indefinitely breaking my crown.
And I’ve lost my way now,
Limbs flailing
Bones breaking,
Heart to.
And putting myself together
Seems an impossible task to do

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