When lightning touches the ground
Through heavy rain, drenched, I search
I look within, for the strength, but I have none
Its dark, grey, the mist thickens
where am I?
Which way? I turn, spinning around I hear unearthly sounds
beckoning me. I dare not go, I try to continue, I’m lost
the rain lashing against me, I can barely see.
Sounds follow me, torturing me, I try to escape
cold, alone and weak
trembling, the evil getting closer
I panic, I shake
I can't escape the noise, fear grips me,
the wind carrying me along in my footsteps
as if trying to rescue
I try to think, how to escape what is lurking behind me
I try to keep moving, the atmosphere thickening, so turbulent and fierce
I crawl forwards, almost choking, the sounds right behind me, I feel defeated.
Someone help me.
A gust of wind, like a prayer pushes me to go, run, just get out,
I open my eyes and decide, not today, not this time, I will fight.
The roll of thunder deafens, I stop running and turn around.
I stare back into the past, everything is quiet
the moment stretches through time, I stand still, suddenly unafraid
The rain washing over me, I gaze upward,
then lightning hits the ground! And that’s it,
My mind is clear,
the fear is gone,
there is quiet and clarity,
there is a freeness and simplicity.
I decide! I refuse to be taken down!
I turn my back on the past, on the sounds that follow me,
on the memories that held me prisoner,
(Michelle has been writing for many years, and has had her poetry published in several magazines. She is inspired by nature, the earth, people, experiences and her own struggles with mental health and chronic illness)
The Beautiful Space-