Lily
She is thunder and lightning;
powerful and serene,
terrifying and gorgeous,
cracking with white energy.
When she feels lonely she finds a blank canvas,
breaks him open looking for mountains,
hoping to see adventure and
adrenaline pumping in and out of veins.
When they leave, canvasses broken and torn and useless,
she is left an ocean of turmoil,
wind uselessly pushing through rain,
seeking warmth and love and life.
Her heart thunders and her eyes shine;
a storm trapped in a plastic container,
rage and nature,
terror and joy.
She is so much
and she has given up
trying to see it.
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