Concrete


The cracks on the sidewalk keep me sane;
they show me that even concrete can break,
that even the strongest of all has a weakness.
I love the feeling of broken underneath my foot:
Lonely shards of glass,
Grains of cement,
Pieces of plastic,
Remind me that everything is flawed.
Sustainability has simply become a figment;
Resilience, an everyday anchor in a sea of insurmountable storms.
No two days are the same-
Each sunrise, a new crack to a new block of concrete.
Each sunset, a flaw in our universe.
There are mistakes in every existence.
Refreshing, isn't it?

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