My Walk

June 25, 2020

I decided to go for a walk today. Not my usual but I did.
My energy felt like it left me and no matter how much coffee I drank, I just did get the humph that I was looking for.
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I was led to go for a walk because I didn’t have the energy to do anything else. I know it doesn’t make sense at all.
During my walk, there was a slight breeze, and the sun was tongue kissing me on the sides of my face, leaving me dripping in saliva it left behind.
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My legs felt weak, and my heart was racing. That was the least of my worries as I have encountered those same obstacles if you know what I mean.
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The beauty of my walk was the climax of it.
I saw flowers of every shade. Ranging from purple, orange, and pink to yellow.
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People were jogging, riding bicycles, and walking. Some smiled, nodded their heads, walked past as if I was not there,
I was walking near a large bayou that constantly moved and flowed regardless of if there was wind or not.
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The cars drove by in such a hurry, made me wonder if they were in rush to get home to their significant other, do more duties around the house or simply kick their shoes off and fall asleep on the couch.
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I had time to think about some things I was dealing with such as my children, my relationship, my career, and of course my future.
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I often look for messages in the things around me and to my surprise the flowers spoke, the bayou the trees, the people the cars, the cracks in the pavement, the traffic lights, the sun, the breeze, the rate of my heart, the cramp in my left leg, the sweat dripping on my face, and the bridge the I walked a crossed.
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I remembered that no matter how many distractions I encountered I must stay focused, I remembered that God sees me for me, No matter how many distractions I encounter I must stay focused, Everything is connected with purpose.
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I remembered that my journey is endless, that I must push through the pain in order to accomplish anything I set forth.
I remembered that not everyone is the same, that there is beauty even in the ugly.
I remembered that I am greater than what I see. That no matter how fast the world goes to go at my own speed.
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That green follows red, and things may seem slow.
I remembered that I must flow even when there is no wind to push me.
I remembered that I am cracked but not broken.
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I am not giving up on me.
© Ife Folami Mensah

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