Sometimes I feel

Old

Weathered

An empty house on a desert floor

Looking to mountains for answers

The wind for escape

To sky for purpose

To clouds for a cleansing rain

 

Paint peeling

Windows broken

Walls crumbling

My soul visible

Exposed

Perhaps once I was someone’s dream

Someone’s home

Someone’s purpose

But now I am weathered

Beaten by elements beyond my control

Abandoned

Forgotten

Sand blasted by life

Still standing

On a weak foundation

Frail and fragile

But strong in who I am

Proud of what I once was