poem about the struggles of a stutter

the record skips, it trips, it stumbles

s-s-sin-singing a s-song that mmumbles.

once so soft, now jagged and torn,

a melody bruised, yet still reborn.

the needle falters, the music shakes,

but every pause a promise makes.

everyone hears the catch, the crack,

few notice it keeps coming back.

not broken, just learning its tune,

practicing light beneath the moon.