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Birth

                          By JFarrell

The lightening strikes;

My skin prickles with its intensity;

My breath catches

And though I hear the first undulating rumblings,

It’s only when I feel the thunder’s vibrations beneath my feet,

That my clenched chest is released and I can breath again.

Outside, the rain lashes my windows like pebbles;

The wind howls its sorrow, its fear;

But in the darkness of my tower, I smile;

My whole body is tingling with the power and excitement;

1. … 2… 1…

    

   I push the lever as the lightening turns my world to blind silver

   And the breath is sucked out of me;

   As the very atmosphere is awakened by the charge

   And is drawn, as if by the elements themselves,

   To the heart of the patchwork cadaver before me.

    

   I hold my breath in anticipation;

   Eyes wide with excitement, smiling like an idiot

   As the stampede of static-charged air centres on me

   And crashes in with an explosion of bass

   Forcing me to me knees.

    

   And,

   In the stillness of the storm;

   Between the lightening and the thunder;

   Between the rat-a-tat of the rain;

   I hear IT breathe.

                    :-)

Mistakes of the past,
Created by misfortune,
And misjudgment,
Today are washed away.

Powerful strikes,
Break the layers,
Cut us down to size,
Restore us to new.

Water droplets,
Fall gently, then firm,
Spontaneously reminding,
Not to be predictable.

Welcome to the storm,
Nature’s forgiveness,
Apology,
Ending,
Fresh start.