In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Broken.”
For this challenge, capture something broken: an old window, a vintage sign, a toy never fixed, a contemplative friend. Or go deeper: find beauty in something broken.
I captured this photo of a broken rail after it captured me!
I’m a runner. Sometimes I’m pretty good at it but most of the time it kicks my ass, and this was one of those ass-kicking days.
It seemed to be a normal run because I had, once again, forgotten my inhaler, forgotten my sunscreen and forgotten my five minute, warm-up, walk. Unfortunately all of this forgetfulness gave louder voice to the lies of the first mile, that every runner experiences: “I can’t breath, my skin is on fire, my legs are killing me, my feet are made of lead, I am going to die and I have to pee.”
My intentions were to run thirty minutes from my door and then take an about face and run the distance back. So off I went hitting the pavement one foot at a time and didn’t stop until I came upon and old abandoned railway.
Intrigued, I changed course from pavement to trail in order to explore this new find. The way was quite ragged so it wasn’t long before I stumbled over a rock and skinned my knee. I stood up, blood running down my leg, and ga
zed at the broken rail.
It was beautiful.
Cell phone in hand, I captured the brokenness that had broken me. I was a warrior and I had the scar to prove it.
Redhead Reflections 
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Hi Kelly! Thank you for your kind words about my article. You are absolutely right about its conclusion. After reading your comment I took a second look at “Broken Rail/Broken Me” The ending does seem to be quite abrupt and even a bit of a tease. My last line, “…I captured the brokenness that had broken me. I was a warrior and I had the scar to prove it,” screams to be expounded upon. I truly didn’t see this until I read your comment. That last line provokes more question than resolution. What does it mean to “capture” the brokenness? Obviously, it must mean more than just the skinned knee. No…it does indeed go deeper. I am shocked to realize this! My inner psyche was begging to be acknowledged and I totally was deaf to its voice.
Thank you, Kelly, for this enlightenment!
I am a riddled with questions and compelled to divulge the answers. There is no doubt, “Broken Rail/Broken Me”, deserves a part two.