What am I made for?

What am I made for?

Sunlight bounces through my skeleton  a shadowy image of my lively past.

Question-like thoughts I ask  float as arrows through my heart.

              I look leafless
     Leafless, 

I look deranged, striped of colour. I look lifeless Lifeless, I look bare and nake; see through.

       Leaves

They leave me, fluttering in the airy breeze. To the ground they fall, making me look old Yet not enough to say I’m done -

  For I feel new and bold!