The Sidewalk Tells All My Secrets

I was out for a walk today in our little tiny town. Listening to my music and lost in thought when I realized that the sidewalk  held my life story. The cracks that crisscross back and forth for all the hard time that hurt, all the pain that didn't shatter me but left cracks that were never healed. The chunks which had ended up somewhere in elsewhere for all the gaps of time that I have no memory of. The areas where the path was taken over by earth and grass for the times when Satan tried to claim victory over my path. The places where the concrete stands uneven were the places I tripped over and the mountains I had to climb. Spots that were sunken were the places I fell. People passing by never stop to notice, because it's insignificant, they don't even realize it needs fixed. The few who do notice either don't have the time or the interest in fixing it. One day the right person will come along and take the time to make it new. Like the insignificant girl who somebody finally stopped to notice, to look at long enough to see the pain and places where she was broke. Though many battles are fought the path still struggles on, through the brokenness, cracks and missing pieces it's still there. But the story doesn't end there if you take enough time to walk further down the path. If you look closely you will notice that little by little, the cracks become less, the destruction a little more minor, those are the places where hope was a light in the distance and life had a little bit of glow. Keep walking. There is a place where there is a whole section of concrete that is complete with only hairline cracks. That is the place where love was born. After that the sidewalk becomes very rough again as life crashed seeing what I wanted so bad but could reach it only with my fingertips. If you follow the sidewalk long enough you will find that some blocks of concrete have cracks, some are broken, some are barely there, each one stands for a day in life and what was conquered that day. Later on way down the path you will find sections of concrete that are complete, they are whole, they don't have cracks. That is the future and I'm not there yet. Someday though I will stand there and the wounds will be healed, the dirt washed away and everything complete. When in the end love is the greatest of it all.

~Kriss