Weathered

As a flag, left to the ravages of wind and sun, so too my soul, stands tattered and ravaged. My visage now a faded memory of once courageous colors. My voice no longer crisp, nor upbeat. But weak and undefined. No longer do I instill nor evoke, a sense of power or purpose. I am easily dismissed as useless, unnecessary. Yes, once I was the strong flag, that laughed in the wind with a quick snap and whip crack determination. That was years and many storms ago. Now, I give into the wind, with a defeated wave and the sound of a sigh.