A Wandering Soul

Heavy Bones

My path seems to be endless.
Always strolling around, staring at this little bright light at the horizon.
It allures me. What may be waiting  up there on the hill? Will I ever know?
It doesn't really matter, I won't stop chasing this little light. It gives me warmth. Hope. Faith.
So I'm walking, on and on, through every day and night. Always vigilant, listening, observing.
I don't trust the silence, neither do I trust the noises around me.

Some days the sun shines down on my fur , I feel a lot of energy and walk even more.
And sometimes my fur is dripping from cold rain I was walking through all day long.
And I come to a point where my bones get heavy like my body is pulling me down.
Trying to warn me. To tell me I need a break.. That I need to rest. And I know I have to.

So I lie down, somewhere in the moss at the feet of a tree and give my legs a rest.
Not because I want to but because I have no choice for that moment.
And this  really got me tired. Of walking. Of hoping. Of wandering. Of fighting.
I can't go further anymore. Not in this second, so I just wrap my tail around my body.
Observing. Waiting for the morning to come. Restless yet tired to death. Exhausted.

But I keep going. Without even knowing where I'll end up.