lightning

concieved in the clouds

born on the ground

dies a quick and fiery death in the heavens

cower from the roaring of the thunder

it has no power

and would not exist

without electricity

if only I could be that bright

a hot flash of blinding light

to burn myself in my own intensity

that's what I would want to be

lightning

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Daphne L. Blankenship

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