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.
this is so uplifting!brilliant!
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Thanks very much! 😁
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