Wandering

I am but a wolves soul howling in the distance nothing more than a mere memory of what I once was. A hero, An enemy, a blessing, a curse, a fighter, a lover, a dream, a nightmare, a mother, a child, A scar of death, and a kiss of life. but now all those things are gone I am nothing but a wandering soul carried by the winds breath who am I? What am I? I ask myself I realize I am nothing more than a lingering soul cursed to wander until the end of time or until I have been brought to peace.