Awakening on the Cracks

Silence will not hold me down! The rough asphalt bit into my back, cold and unyielding, until a sudden spark surged straight through to my fingertips. I gripped the grit, feeling every jagged grain beneath my gloves. Slowly, deliberately, I lifted my head from the pavement and pressed a fist against the deep fissure beside me. The ground resisted, but I am no longer frozen stone. This fractured surface is wide open, and an unyielding momentum is stirring within me. The path is clear—the race begins now.