the way the lightning strikes
is the way that you love
you see something in pain,
struggling, and you-
you are the harbinger of all things good.
your lightning is your presence
your thunder is your determination
your rain is your healing
your vegetation is your growth.
you are all that is good, so you
deserve all that is good-
not deceit
not struggles
not harm
not false hope
not pain not hurt
not sadness nor
helplessness.
you are the calm
you are the storm
you are the aftermath.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
you make me hate being a kid.
i haven't had nearly as many opportunities as my peers.
you say you hate parenting.
becoming a parent was your choice.
i didn't ask to be here.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
Snow-so pure. So
fresh.
So childish.
Small, splattering, scarlet droplets
is all it takes to take away the
value of something so pure.
Making it something.
Damaged. matured.
Scarlet that looks smooth
as silk
Puts on a facade for something brutish,
Scandalous, even.
Fluffy white sheets are graceful with the way
on the house they lay.
Inside, the spacious skeleton is more demanding.
haunting. Echoes of yelling. Cursing. breaking.
Shattering-
is it my time?
scarlet painting her own face.
no. this is the
beginning.
Of a journey.
A quest.
a low, grumbling, gutteral
sound.
More scarlet.
For darkness she begged.
for eternal slumber she dreamt.
anything to wash away this scarlet mess.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC