I have never understoodThe fear of Thunder.
Not fully, in any case.
Perhaps it is a matter
Of willing ignorance,
Or inexperience.
After all,
I've never been near
When Lightning strikes.
I see it from a distance,
I hear the Thunder roll
Like boulders down a hill.
I feel the Wind on my skin,
I smell the cleansing Rain
As it washes away the pain.
I can taste the Power of the Storm,
I can sense the Freedom
That comes with it.
And... While it lasts,
I am Free.
Free to feel beyond obligation,
To be utterly Myself.
No more,
And no less...
I am Free in a Thunderstorm,
Swept away by its enormity.
But when the Storm is over,
I must remind myself
That not all glory in the Rain
And the Lightning,
That most find its Power frightening.
I cannot relate.
And -- honestly -- in this regard,
I cannot say that I want to.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
