Thunder

The beauty and the ruin of feeling deeply.

A spark becomes a wildfire in me…
That’s the truth of it.
One tiny feeling, barely a flicker,
and suddenly the whole sky is burning,
demanding to be seen,
demanding to be felt,
demanding me.

Some nights the world glitters…
every color sharpened,
every breath electric,
every possibility humming like a live wire.
I can taste the shimmer in the air,
feel it lifting me,
pulling me toward everything at once.

And then there are the other days…
when a dark cloud seeps into my bones,
slow and heavy,
like it’s filling me from the inside out.
Every step is weighted.
Every thought thick.
Every emotion is dragging its full body across my chest.

There is no “simple” feeling in this body.
Joy arrives like a tidal wave.
Sadness like a sinkhole.
Anger like thunder cracking open the night.
Even love…
especially love…
comes with its own weather system.

It’s exhausting, carrying a sky that never settles.
No rest, no quiet,
just the constant shifting of storms and stars.
Tonight, the thunder is back…
familiar, insistent,
booming through my ribs
as if to remind me
that this is the landscape I live in.
This is the climate of my mind.
This is the intensity that shapes me,
claims me,
and refuses to be ignored.