It lights up
the sky,
breaking through
the suffocating darkness.
Lightning,
it can be a person's
only light,
or someone's
last fight.
A hard hit,
that's all it takes,
for glass to shatter,
never to be fixed again.
It flows down,
in a slow dance,
but only at first.
Harder and harder
it pours,
taking your problems,
your fears with it.
The rain,
it hides your tears,
but if it's a storm,
then it can cause them.
Like me.
YOU ARE READING
lightning
Poetry"flashes of lightning they light up the hills visible only for a moment briefly beautiful before being engulfed once again by the storm" _ poetry book
