Zephyr

Vulnerability drifts across empty cavernous spaces

voids frighteningly avoided, such anathema to owner

clue to vapid desolation - desertion of kind embraces

whispers, curious and intriguing; you are not a loner.

Clouds long gathered, permit tentative light to pass

orange hues, blending with shooting pink streaks

identity buried, shadow dominated; turpid morass

could it be long dormant soul, that softly speaks?

Resistance instinctual - battle cloak now inseparable

but, seasoned armour weighs heavy, less familiar

hope blows in sporadic bouts; am I repairable?

choosing acceptance as act of bravery - so peculiar.