Why do I love thunder and lightning,
but not the beauty of fireworks?
Could it be that I do not appreciate the artificial,
but love the real,
or is it something quite surreal?
Is it because in thunder and lightning I feel at home,
It drowns out thoughts and makes me think of something other,
Than myself?
Or possibly that the storm is outside rather than inside me?
When thunder and lightning boom, I want to go closer instead of further,
but fireworks make me want to cower,
I don't quite understand why and I'd like to know.
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The Shadow Wars
PoetryPoems of darkness, hope, and my struggles with mental health. Trigger Warning: May contain allusions to self-harm.
