Meet me half way.

Without compromise our heels will blister

our feet will tear, crack and falter

We will stumble and crumble

and the road will rise and swallow us whole.

The demons will tug on our insides

until nothing is left but slivers of ice

cold and unforgiving.

Meet me halfway

and the rocks and cactus needles will subside

the path will straighten

the surface will be shed of it’s splinters

the shards of glass will dissolve into sand.

Meet me halfway

and together we will weather

each strenuous road

as we take turns carrying cargo too heavy for one.

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