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Student @ Adekunle Ajasin University,Akungba Akoko Ondo State.Nigeria.
"Broken."
<p>A person insight.</p><p><br/></p><p>I am broken,</p><p>but not in the way the world understands.</p><p>Not shattered loud enough to be noticed,</p><p>not cracked enough to invite concern.</p><p>My brokenness is quiet—</p><p>it lives behind my ribs,</p><p>where pain learns to whisper instead of scream.</p><p>I wake up broken</p><p>and dress myself in strength.</p><p>I tie my wounds neatly under my clothes</p><p>and step into the day as if nothing is missing.</p><p>The world sees me standing;</p><p>it never counts the pieces I left behind</p><p>just to make it this far.</p><p>I am broken in places no one touches—</p><p>in memories that return uninvited,</p><p>in words I never said,</p><p>in apologies I never received.</p><p>Some pains have no language,</p><p>so they sit inside me,</p><p>heavy and patient.</p><p>I am broken from being strong too long,</p><p>from carrying what was never meant for me alone.</p><p>From surviving moments that asked for comfort</p><p>but offered only endurance.</p><p>They call me resilient;</p><p>they do not see how survival</p><p>slowly hollowed me out.</p><p>I smile while broken.</p><p>I laugh while breaking.</p><p>I hold others together</p><p>with hands that are trembling.</p><p>There is an art to this kind of pain—</p><p>the kind that learns how to perform normalcy</p><p>while bleeding in silence.</p><p>I am broken,</p><p>but I am still here.</p><p>Still breathing through the cracks,</p><p>still standing on wounded faith.</p><p>My brokenness did not end me;</p><p>it shaped me,</p><p>it taught me how to bend without disappearing.</p><p>If you look closely—</p><p>past the smile, past the calm—</p><p>you might see it:</p><p>a soul held together by will alone.</p><p>This is my truth:</p><p>I am broken,</p><p>and every day I choose to exist anyway.</p>
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