UNDER THE THUNDER

Listen hard, isn’t the thunder glorious…

I never hear it anymore, I never enjoy it, 

While everyone was running away, 

I blasted my music, and let the drums pound away, deep into me, 

“They’re special just for you.”

I closed my eyes, and remembered, 

How I came full circle, a three-sixty, 

And months ago, it would’ve made me cry, 

To acknowledge I’d have to let go of my die-hard disposition, 

But that death was in truth, my new life,

My rebirth, in Summertime.

That what I say, may contradict at times, 

But I am as vast as the ocean, 

And my interminable ambivalence is what makes me shine, 

I may miss those golden days, but I’m hoping I’ll find something that is worth living and dying for, 

Because this right now, is just not enough, 

But what I can’t bear now, unlike me, 

I now believe is not interminable.

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PHOTO CREDITS
NEW YORK DUSK RAIN BY PAUL MITCHELL