Life

Every life is a lightning bolt;

a bright white turquoise-like

sapphire jewel of heavenly hue,

a unique integral heartbeat

reverberant in classical sonata-

a blazing choir cantata,

an original, distinctive

one of a kind

booming, melodic orchestra.

Yet some have been told;

hold back the music of the soul,

Don't let the wild vibes show

Dim the explosive thunder clouds

Avoid beautiful collisions

crashing on sentiments-

sparking flashes of etheric

cloud to ground forces

and possibilities:

it models uncomfortable form

for the perpetrator of leadership.

We are energy in synergy with harmony-

a delicate emblem to higher frequency,

creators of feelings to lovers of spirituality-

Life is too short to hesitate a fate;

lightning bolts are too powerful

to heed a tedious belief system

of vain trait demons

in alliance with imitation sympathies.

and it's a wonder,

I could

sense

my own roaring thunder;

a caution call-to a free fall.

I learn as I feel more

rainstorms beneath my skin,

water feeding me emotional liberty

as sea winds dance freely,

breathing Deja vu on reminders

I forget to remember,

and the fear

wrapped around my spirit

a tired, worn, explicit emotion-

in the moment, carries away safely,

on a farewell wave, cresting an ocean.

I learn as I see more;

the earth's atmosphere,

scattering higher wavelength colours

of red, orange, and yellow

to fire a sunset-rising to

a beautiful burn of Tuscan halo,

a vision now intuitive

to strength

a beautiful symbol in sync

to always rebel against

unnatural dims-the bights of life.

A winter's ivory kiss

whispering soft promises

of a wish

to barren lands;

a glorious spread in emerald sage

and dark olive greens,

a soon to be, hers.

The sweetest scene

most assuredly,

playing on repeat,

a serene transformation,

on stagnant dreaming

and taking back a power-

lost to depraved mentalities..

oh autumn,

blowing her honey breath of life to spring

performing a pirouette-mid-flight stanza,

a rose magenta ballet show of falling leaves,

a swirling, twirling masterpiece

to new beginnings.

The seasons, like reasons,

change in majestic rhythm-

and I shall brave the swing with them!

My heart, I've learned

is held together on stone walls

built on unsure insecurities,

a compassionate broken empathy

yet a hurricane of red-

a riot of colour in scarlet rouge

a prayer of powder and blush-tipped lipsticks

breaking through boundaries

on a dare to care

mission of mercy,

still, I will arrive

to where I am going.

My soul, a deep indigo starlit ocean

ebbing beneath me,

and I drown easily

in memories of distant blues,

the sting of parallel lines

a ghost like close

a vague together-

a lesson to be learned

drinks to be drank

splashes of ink

shuttering of lens

a splendid pretend

a thanks for the broken heart:

I needed it

for my art.

My mind is a meteor shower

drifting in an artic wave of gravity;

a spectacular display of shooting stars

hurdling through words-

to find a meaning

to see a reason

to feel an ending

in shades of pink

electric dreaming

and silent screaming

I don't wish to tame my storm.

She's natural, as a season.

Tall grass and deep seas

invigorate me

soothing me

back to tides

like a moon

reflecting the sun's golden light-

her gravitational pull of magnetic effect

echoing inside of me,

a reminder to revive

my right to be me,

to unleash a poetry

on my soul story.

Nature's ability to heal

is more powerful

than I allowed myself to believe,

she whispers a truth

a peace of mind

through colourful beauty

and blissful breeze:

Stand still in the vastness,

take shelter under a tree,

collect a pebble, a stone in memory-

for lost words on blank canvas,

the song in staccato

falling in silence-

an almost life sentence

of poem in prose,

and let them go

let them go

on the ebb and flow

of new beginnings,

starting overs

new horizons and higher risings..

And I am free

I am enough

I am a lightning bolt.