The dark clouds thicken
And roll closer in
Thunder rumbles
Through the quiet stillness
Of the heavy air
It is hard to breathe
It is hard to move
It is hard to be
Lightning flashes
And strikes at my feet
I crumple to the ground
In a heap of pain
And tears
The sun slowly peeks
From behind the dense clouds
I push myself back up
Eager to live
I move to stand
On the safe blackened spot
Lightening never strikes twice
It is easier to breathe
It is easier to move
It is easier to be
The sun slips away
And the rains come again
Lightning flashes
And strikes at my feet
I have fallen again
And I don't give a damn
Anymore....

 © Gwenyth Love 2005