Cracks in the Cement Where Resilience Grows

There is always space to be made

Photo by Carl Campbell on Unsplash

I had found myself aimlessly scratching my leg again, tiger-striped pink and swollen slashes along my ankles. God, this is so annoying.

There’s a tiny, narrow sidewalk near my house, an unavoidable cement path you have to traverse if you need to get to or come back from the only train station in the area…