I lay on the grass of my front lawn. I stare into the empty blue sky and blissfully doze into a daydream a can't quite remember. I stay like that for awhile and just breathe.
I tilted my head to my right as a man walks past me on the sidewalk. The man glances over to me as he passes me by.
I remember what my mother told me when I was a child, "you'll always be safe as long as your on your property." She would say.
Why did she say that? What did that mean? I look back up at the sky and wonder. Was it to keep me safe from the bad people in the world? It had to be right? Right.
But, maybe it couldn't hurt to just step out onto the sidewalk just once right? I position my body into a sitting position. Just once, I decide.
I slowly get up and take a few steps onto the sidewalk hesitantly. My feet reach the concrete-cement. It feels hard. I try walking a few steps forward but trip on a large crack in the floor.
I fall forward onto my hands. It hurts, my hands and knees ache in pain. I feel like crying. I slowly look up to see the man who walked by earlier. He holds out a hand.
I look at it and decide to take it. My hand reaches for his and he helps me off of the hard surface. "Are you alright?" He asks me. I just nod slightly. He seems to understand.
I look back to the front lawn I cane from and move my feet towards it. "I'm too afraid to try to walk of the sidewalk again." I whisper softly. He looks down at my feet and then back up at me.
"No matter how rocky and cracked the sidewalk gets, something good will always come out of it." He says. The Man bends down to a small flower that sprouted from the broken sidewalk.
He picks it and hands it to me. "Yeah, maybe walking on the sidewalk wasn't such a bad idea after all." I say back as I smile at him. He smiles back with a warm smile and soft eyes. "Thank you.
" I say. "Your welcome." The man says. Something food will always come out of it. Someone good will always come out of it. Life and love.