I use to look up to lightning and ask it to give me a sign.
Every single time, the unpatterned electricity dazes the sky.
I love lighting.
It brings me peace.
I love lighting.
The natural off-pink it paints above
I could be killed.
and still smile as I sink into a dry sea of pavement.
Lightning gives me a sign to keep going.
Each mumble and crash it releases
Knowing that it will never touch me
Sadness and thunder are the like circles overlapping.
Both are shaking in grief.
As the world seem too much for them
The two circles seem to go round and round.
Dying down and exploding that appear to go on for hours
Some people put their knees to their chest.
As the circles whirl around each other
Shaking as they drain energy
Storms could never go on forever.
They may look like they will never end.
But they always do
I still look up to dry lightning and ask for a sign.
Mother Nature kindly responds.
You are loved.
-K.J.K.
A poem about how lighting and sadness are alike. (Sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😮💨)