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 gazed 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.