i fell. (an attempt at poetry)

after the meeting
on the way home
walking down the stairs
i slipped, slided

landed somewhere
four steps down

hurted in few places
but one hurt the most

the reflex reaction
to protect myself
resulted
in instant bruising
the swelling purple
a sharp pain that jabbed
my arm

tears leaked, face contorted
that only lasted a moment

pieces picked up
made my way to the front door
reached home safe,
a haven of comfort
nursed the wound
it is still tender

concerns of fracture
brushed aside
i just want everything
to be okay.