Thunder, Thunder

I’m the clouds.
With A simple look
Who could say I harness
The power
Or even might
To house such a loud roar
Such brilliant light
Magnificent energy.
Not you.
To you
I am gentle
I won’t deny what I am
But what I am
Is both
Don’t mistake my gentle voice for weakness
My soft touch for fragility
My docile behavior for insecurity.
My words carry weight that break strongholds
My touch is craved when taken away
My docility takes me higher and higher and higher
To a place where you will only continuously feel small
And worn
So while you sit there
Trying to take lead
You’re running a race
I’ve already ran

– your average human

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