Lighting in a Bottle

her heart was not safe in the thunderstorm of her thoughts. danger lurked in the form of heavy clouds ready to pour all of her emotions out. the drops of rain are heavy like her heart. the lighting splits her in two like the trunk of an aged tree stump. all she can do is shield her head from the rain as it turns to hail. she tells herself the welts will eventually heal. she's all black and blue while she waits the storm out. she's more alone now than she ever was. no one ever comes to her rescue because she's too far gone. she's a danger to herself and full of electric volts, ready to shock who ever she might touch. she dwells in the pain. the thunder doesn't shake her anymore. it's a welcome sound. she feels the vibrations on the ground. the lighting strikes her down, again and again, yet there she stands. enduring the pain. the storm within her soul never ceases to remind her of all she's been through. the rain finally stops and the sun is out but her tears flood the ground anyhow and the heavy clouds follow her around. she'll never escape the eye of the system because she is the storm.