I want to see the cracks in the stones that have been there for hundreds of years.
I want to see their depth and dried up tears.
I want to be the one to notice the flower poking out from the long-time broken slabs.
I want to walk across the cracks and slabs
and feel the presence of my grace.
I want to leave a trail of little pieces of me.
I want to leave a trace.
-Not to be found
-Not to be crowned
But to show another way.
A way that blazes through the broken bits,
that were never really broken,
down a stone-paved road that leads to your destination.