Lightning

And dancing with storms

Photo by Michelle McEwen on Unsplash

It was dark, cold, and cramped, down there.

In the bottom of my self.

Scared and quiet, I held my words and muscles tight.

Lips sealed like glue, restraining the vomit.

The guardians tried to offer me some shiny keys,

But I was convinced it was another trap.

I did not trust them.

So I did not answer.

And they gave up, the door closed tight.

Letting go, I looked up.

Amazed to see the ceiling open above,

The stars flickering their promises of worlds yet to be seen.

“Follow us,” they incessantly beckon.

I reached out my arms, but I could not reach them.

Despondent, I blindly groped the cold ground to find only a pen.

And I began to write myself a ladder.

 A lifeline to my own realities, lived only by me.

Discovering with joy, that the Truth does indeed set me free.

One rung at a time, I found myself;

And began to move, up and out.

Climbing to the top, I thought my journey would be complete.

I thought the stars would now guide me home.

But the stars were gone, a storm had rolled over their light.

The lightning was fearful!

I wanted to run and hide,

I looked back toward the bottom that I had just come from,

My words now swirling all around in the chaos of the wind.

And I made my choice.

I reached out my arms, holding my pen like a wand

And this time I reached it---

Or maybe the light reached me.

Electrified, yet I did not burn.

The lightning connected and I was not afraid

I danced; and conducted the storm with my pen.

Thunder and lightning all around,

Peace and light within.