thunderstorms
rampant in the midst
of November
loud & violent lightning
ringing into my ears
the storm feels familiar,
like a home of
some sorts,
and the volatile , ominous
clouds and sky
taunt me when moments
before there
was hope of a new beginning,
a reminder that we can
only control what
is within
I recall all the winding roads,
yet never where they led
the destinations
a blur in my clouded mind,
trekking another storm,
driving another road,
I lay my head upon the birds
the ethers close,
the earth seems distant
the ground couldn't
quite root me, the vines
fall away from my aching legs