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.