In pieces I stand, but not to fall,
A fractured soul, yet standing tall.
The storm has come, the winds have blown,
But in my heart, seeds still are sown.
The cracks may show, the scars may gleam,
Yet I am more than what I seem.
For every break, a light slips through,
Reminding me of skies still blue.
I’ve bent, I’ve bowed, but I remain,
A quiet strength within the pain.
Broken, yes, but not laid low,
In every scar, there’s room to grow.
So here I stand, though torn and frayed,
With pieces of me still unafraid.
Broken, but not crashed or lost,
Still moving forward, no matter the cost.
Evans Asikoyo
Asikoyo the poet