The harsh winds have blown and blown.
My wings are too weary.
The flutter I'm capable of
No match for the battering of your storm.
I've tried to stay aloft.
For so long.
But those fragile emotions,
Are beaten and broken.
Exhausted from the fight to remain in flight.
Dark clouds hide the sun.
My eyes burn from the constant sudden shifts of your gale.
I've tucked myself away.
Out of your bruising chaos.
I can not navigate my way safely.
Through the endless changing patterns.
No guide to follow.
No beacon to light my way.
Nothing but a memory.
Impossible to recall in the cold, empty gloom.
~A Weary Kat