who is tired?
to whom can you go?

i am tired.

tired in the bones
tired in the brains
tired in the heart

i am weary and worn
like chalk cliffs in a storm
pale white and collapsing
into the arms of a welcoming sea

still i am held up
there are threads of hope
like carbon fiber scaffolding
running criss-cross through my core
diving deep into the earth
resisting the urge to collapse
and vibrating from the ferocity
of a thousand different winds
until this new thing resonates,
this song of an unknown strength
comes forth to mock the tempest

i know now
that each push to drive you down
sends new roots into the soil
until we come through
like the twin oaks we are
forever entwined.