Desire

Nothing there,
exhausted and dry
like a desert, a winter, a long forgotten dream,
I breathe, I continue on.

In my shell,
protected and warm,
I search, flounder and battle against the wind,
in stasis, while life continues on.

Can you hear it?
I can feel it, a yearning,
it beats like a drum in my heart,
chipped and damaged, it continues on.

No matter who or why,
it grows and changes inside,
pupae first, then a chrysalis, like a butterfly,
new and raw, it continues on.

Feeling like Spring,
it takes over,
a bounce, a gait, a flutter,
until it soars, like a bird, continuing on.