the sky was foreboding grey and hot, the stale air swirled, beckoning tornadoes to the edge of unhappiness. I ran to a grove, taking refuge from the storm. I remembered the story from when I was young. a mother sheltering her babes from lightning under the big tree over by the cemetery -- and suddenly the family of three was only one. and I decided it was better to be wet than dead.
This is powerful. I love how you have it penned and truly, can be taken in different ways. We remember others pains and take them into consideration when in our own personal storms. Beautiful write! xo :)
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
For sure, sometimes real life and metaphors can tell us a lot about how we live our lives.
Not funny. Too true.
My daughter was struck by lightning and we are lucky she is alive.
Really messed up her brain... A few very tough years.
Lightning is so common and so very dangerous.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
It is in fact a true story from my childhood, and also a metaphor as well. I have a friend who was s.. read moreIt is in fact a true story from my childhood, and also a metaphor as well. I have a friend who was struck as well, and know the difficult road to recovery.
Great poem as always KL.
Sometimes the choices we make are for the best in the long run.
Sometimes the ones we love don't see that.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thanks. And the story really is one that I heard as a little girl. I always stay out in the open in .. read moreThanks. And the story really is one that I heard as a little girl. I always stay out in the open in storms.
we can stay dry under a tree and be struck by lightning....we can hide from love and life to shelter ourselves and it could be even more catastrophic than taking chances.
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