Abandoned

I’ve been abandoned.
I am left open,
Unable to close off the outside.
The entrance is dark
and the space is bare.
There's a hollow in me
and I'm cold.
The clouds have rolled in
and cover this lonely place,
Foretelling what lies beneath.
The dry, harsh terrain
that was once full of life
pricks and presses its silent warning,
guarding what's left inside.
My once strong walls are battered
and worn from the
beating they've endured.
They appear shabby
and unable to protect
yet they tenderly guard what remains.
I am broken and bruised
and standing alone.
But I am standing.
I will not fall.
The winds may come
and pelt me with sand
but through it all
I will remain.