My lighting struck down and left a mark,

One little hole easily patched up and ignored

Quickly forgotten and looked past

Because in that place within your chest where it struck, life quickly recovered

Nothing had to lie dead or bare for very long

New soil was packed into the tiny crevasse that was made

And reconstructed you to almost whole again

Nobody would ever know my lightening left a minuscule scar

Buried just below the surface of your new lush soil

Your lightening struck down on my Earth and left chaos

In newly dehydrated plains, so thirsty for the liquid of your soul

Having been steadily deprived of the nectar it needed for nourishment

In a vast field now vacant, standing with only begging to be revived brush

Your lightening struck

And how swiftly that dried up mess caught on fire

So while your small hole is nice and mended

And kindly tended by this person you’ve befriended,

I was stricken while pushed to the side and left undefended  

The wildfire has so rapidly spread through me

Every rolling hill between my head heart soul and body engulfed by the flames

The kind of inferno that is not effortlessly contained

With a couple of water-buckets full of half-hearted

“I’m sorries” or “I’m really not trying to hurt yous”

Don’t you see what lightening can do?

I am on fire

And as its anger rages on, coursing throughout me

It continues to leave my insides burnt

Seared with the blackness of an unrelenting sorrow

In a place where I swear there was once flowers and life.

And from the charred pieces of my heart,

That creak, and crack, and cry in mourning its sudden loss of you,

The deep valley of my soul already knows,

The next phase… disintegration into ashes

The weaken, the loosen, the fall apart

The snowy melancholy drift that covers everything in its grey lifeless soot

And I can only pray

That when these blazing flames of rage burn out

And every piece of me has been torched and crisped

And each tear has finally been fragmented to nothing but ash

I can only pray

That from those ashes, Your ashes

Love will find me with her compass

The one that always point towards home

And from nothing but run-down faith and still warm ash

I will be reborn into the me I’ve always known.