Down To The Marrow

Down to the marrow, that's how it feels to my soul.
Worn down to the bones of my being,
is that how it is supposed to be, for you and for me?

Walking down dusty, dead end roads, with no sure direction
or way to turn around, trying so very hard to find tracks and steady ground.
You have been on that road alone for so very long,
does it even feel like I am walking alongside, just as weary as are you ?

Down to the marrow, that's how it must feel to your soul.
Worn down to the bones of your being,
is that how you thought it would feel for us both?

Words can be hard to come by when exhaustion is the only fuel
that keeps us looking for an oasis on that deserted path.
I have been on that road alone for so very long,
does it even look like we are walking side by side, weary as can be?

Down to the marrow, with bones brittle but unbroken still,
let's keep on walking on, just hold my hand that is still warm to your touch,
because together steady and strong in heart and mind, we can beat this dusty road
and get to the other side where there is light, hope, love and song.


Trudi Ralston.
June 29th, 2016.
Renewal is made in the fire of trials by courage
lit by determination.