Husk of former life blowing upon the wind.
|Which direction does it blow,
a husk of soul upon the winds of life.
Unsure; out of control of direction.
Devoid of feelings without emotional love,
or sense of touch of another’s skin.
Blinded by pain of devotion past.
Empty thoughts of former romance,
which became nothing.
Instead of a flower blooming,
in late spring that was beautiful.
Full of succulent nutrients.
Ready to pollinate;
the most wonderful of experiences.
With forward motion and desire.
Temptations of passion.
With confidence and willingness.
Ready to begin something new?