Thunder and Lightning/ poem share

imageShe was never fond of thunder

Loved lightning only from a far distance

Yet he was like both thunder and lightning.

Strong and poignant

Reckless and sure

His love  became her cure.

Only one thing would light up her heart.

It had been him right from the start.

More passionate than tame

He was the fire to her flame.

Inhibited with him she’d be

Even giving up her chance to be free.

It was him and her

The ultimate “we”,

Until that summer late January.

He was on his way to work

He cut his wrist, the blood started to squirt.

He had played with his knife on many of days,

Maybe he shouldn’t of drifted in the way

The semi didn’t see him in time

He lost control and then jack knifed.

The impact was hard as stone

From the lips of a cop, she was suddenly alone.

No more thunder,

No lighting bolts asunder

She couldn’t find her own strength anymore,

Instead she just collapsed upon the floor.

She lost her heart and then her life

If only, he hadn’t opened his knife!

MwsR ❤

Where does one go?

Feeling the stresses of the tasks at hand

Nothing really makes sense in the terrible land

Trying to stay compassionate, yet whole some how

 All this has your head in a doubt filled cloud.

Gone are the days of tranquility and rest

You sometimes see no way out of this mess.

Why does everything get sidetracked?

Especially the things that matter, when they do they are under attack.

The world won’t get better for any of us unless,

WE adapt to the changes , especially when we are distressed.

Where does one go when there is very little hope?

You’ve seen people with that and some wind up on dope.

It is a give and take life.

You give some, you take some and deal with good days, and ones with strife.

No one has a blueprint, although some wish there to be

So, I just have to start this thing, and it has to start within me.

So if you are down, and you are asking where should you go,

Look in your inner self and then you will know.