I was

Thunder-thighs.

I was Kickers and fluorescent dungarees,

I was the thrill of performance and I was

My Mother.

I am

Laughter that permeates space and time,

Pen and keyboard

Working to achieve the invisible, though I am a

Spectrum of blinding light, and someday

I will be a

Louder voice, a

Warm hug after rain-walking, I will be

Patron Saint of Thick-Soled Boots and

I-Don’t-Give-a-Damn.

I can be

A lost raindrop in a storm of  lightning flashes

Or

I can create my own thunder.

 

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