I feel it's heaviness and am consumed in its darkness
Like my mother's old name.
I make a wish I do not believe in.
My feet are stuck in deep mud
As if the rains had already come.
I danced with lightening many times and though it
Caught me with glancing blows over and over
I did not stop
And sometimes still it
Draws me in with its thrilling flashes
Of brilliance till I succumb.
A false eye of peace sits in the centre
Telling me all is well and for my highest good.
I still smell the other side of the storm.
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