Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
i used to wish the thunder
scared me.


but it never has,
always wanted to
catch bolts in my
hair, whip through
the rain, yell my
middle name
into the hollow
or up the crags
near Rockvale,
i will never
claim a wild
streak but I have
a such a loud
voice inside
me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
brooke
Written by
brooke
Please log in to view and add comments on poems