I am lost. I am alone in an expanse of dark, hard, unforgiving rock. I am too small to throw a shadow. Too small to be noticed. Too small even to be squished if somebody steps on me, because I haven’t done enough to make it above the surface. I am not noticed. I am alone. I am trapped and caught in this crack.
Did I fall into this crack? Or…
Did I make this crack?
Or, was this crack made for me?
Is this my chance? Can I do something? Can I grow? Can I stretch and make it, even though this place I’m in is tough and unloving? This place that is unlucky even? Wait. Could I be lucky? Could this be just my luck?
If this is my “just my luck”, then that means I might have some! I could be lucky. I could grow, and strive, and rise above the pavement. If I can sprout here, and make a crack in the street into my home, then I might be something pretty special. Maybe this crack was just needing somebody like me to give it a reason to be.
Maybe I have found my place. Like it or not, it is where I am, so I’m gonna turn my sights on the sky and make the best of it. Wow, how my thoughts can turn tail in the wind – from dismal bleakness to hopeful in moments, even in a situation like this. I may be small, but I have a place and a voice and I shall claim them both. I mean, if I don’t no one will. So there.
Now, please, watch where you walk, and don’t step on me tomorrow, for I will be taller then. Weeds grow fast. See ya!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!