The truth is a petty thunderstorm
invisible in a cloudy night
mocking my best attempts to find it,
then blinding in its intensity
when lightning flashes upward,
deafening in its thunderous crash.
It looms so much larger than me,
so much more definitively real
despite its intangibility.
I sit helpless in my apartment,
unable to search it out,
touch it or - dare I say - change it,
all I can do is to stay and watch
so that when it flashes forth I am
ready, waiting to be blinded.
#NaPoWriMo 22/30
(Prompt courtesy of a roll of #MetaphorDice by Taylor Mali)
invisible in a cloudy night
mocking my best attempts to find it,
then blinding in its intensity
when lightning flashes upward,
deafening in its thunderous crash.
It looms so much larger than me,
so much more definitively real
despite its intangibility.
I sit helpless in my apartment,
unable to search it out,
touch it or - dare I say - change it,
all I can do is to stay and watch
so that when it flashes forth I am
ready, waiting to be blinded.
#NaPoWriMo 22/30
(Prompt courtesy of a roll of #MetaphorDice by Taylor Mali)
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