The color of thunder.
lightning splitting the sky asunder
and then, thunder
The sound of lightning and yet its own thing
The color of thunder:
dark clouds descending on a sunny day–
bringing beautiful destruction–
bleak, gray, unsettling.
the color of thunder–
my troubled soul–
sinking into chaos
as the storm rages on inside me,
bringing wind and heavy raindrops.
the color of thunder:
that deep rumbling that is
the encore to bright electric streaks across the sky…
my world, my heart.
the color of thunder is me.
I flinch at the sound, and it leaves me trembling.
I cannot take another shot in the dark.
it will break me.
I do not know who I am yet.
only bits and pieces of me,
like a frantic puzzle coming together
and then being shattered apart again like a broken mirror.
I used to see my reflection
but it’s only a shadow of who I really am:
silent yet screaming
awake yet still screaming
that the world is better than it is.