The Lies of Lightning

A crack of thunder opens my eyes – lightning slices the sky.  Such beauty in nature and so terrifying at the same time.  There is no comfort in the sound of thunder, and lightning is just a lie.  It shines of beauty and snaps with grace, but it will kill in an instant.  There is no discrimination in nature’s lashings.  We are all pebbles to the anger that rumbles beneath our feet.  There is no control there, and it is frightening.
Just as that bolt brings false light from the sky, I am reminded of the dangers that do fall within my grasp.

The danger of being lied to.  The fear of being abandoned. The hurts of deception.

Pitfalls that lay dormant behind shiny smiles and sparkling eyes.  The ones that promise cradling – and whispers to sleep. Then swim in shadows and open doors that should have forever remained locked.

Bitter views
hiding behind bluish hues.
Repressing truth
and choosing a path –
full of agenda,
and heart’s misuse.


And just like that lightning that fills me with wonder; I will walk boldly and listen thoughtfully to the whispers in the wind.  Learning in my age to filter… to break and bend, but most importantly — to find in these moments, strength to mend.
 

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8 comments

  1. Already as a child we are fascinated by this trap of nature – the feast of fireworks but countless more serious. And so is your poem and writing, very well combined with the photos. Well done!!

  2. “Learning in my age to filter… to break and bend, but most importantly — to find in these moments, strength to mend.”
    Beautiful wisdom. I’m a thunder child. Those moments the earth rumbles below me and crashes the void in my deaf world. (Hugs)Indigo

    1. What a beautiful thing Indigo. A wonderful perspective that you gave me just then. Thank you so much for sharing. Love & Hugs.

  3. Bitter views
    hiding behind bluish hues.
    Repressing truth
    and choosing a path –
    full of agenda,
    and heart’s misuse.
    A mere eighteen words…yet, so beautifully telling. The poetry cleverly mimics the subject matter—their sound so alluring, but their meaning ominous. Bravo, Jessica. Very skillfully done.

    1. Thank you so much Al! I enjoy doing the prose and poetry. My second book is all like that but more distinct then the above piece. Happy you connected with, and enjoyed it. 🙂

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