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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK Poem written for and submitted to “When My Life Changed” Poetry Contest, Kai Micheal Neumann, sponsor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Early morning, sun dripping gold over weathered fences. I was running, feet rhythmically striking the pavement. Then a sudden jolt, my foot caught in a yawning crack. I remember the gasp, the sharp intake of breath. The sky spun, a dizzying blur of blue. The asphalt, bitter and gritty, greeted me. Pain erupted, my sturdy ribs shattering like porcelain dreams. My taut and athletic back, now a crumpled map of hurt. My shoulder, a tattered sail, flapping in the wind. I lay on the ground, a helpless marionette with frayed strings. &&&& Underneath fluorescent glow of the emergency room, the bright white sheets embraced me. The air was thick with antiseptic, the scent of fear mingling with shock. I succumbed to the lullaby of anesthesia, the world fading to a distant hum. I dreamt of running—a memory wrapped in gauze and quiet longing. The surgeons cut and stitched, the confluence of metal and skill. After, I lived in a cocoon of pain and immobility, counting the months of physical therapy. Months stretched like silent shadows, the world outside a blur . I, a statue, saw the seasons change—my body and spirit temporarily tethered to the earth. I still remember the freedom of running, the wind in my hair, the earth beneath my feet. Now I find solace in walking, each stride a careful sigh, a bittersweet reminder of what I lost. The world feels foreign, though, my back a crooked spine of broken dreams, three inches lost to gravity, the weight of time pressing down. I reflect upon the journey, the scars on my skin, and the lessons learned in quiet moments. I am a different sort of strong now, hunched over, but unbroken, moving forward with faith and grace—one step at a time.
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