Thunder Storm ⚡

Outside my window, I hear the clouds roaring,

Leaves shivering; trying to hold on to the branches,

Birds struggling to protect their nests,

Bulbs shimmering to safeguard their flame,

People running across the streets to find shelter.

Here I am… separated from all of this,

With just a shield of glass

Shaking under the thuds of the wind.

The air around me is strangely heavy,

A haunting silence prevails.

As I look further inside,

I see a thunderstorm there too…

With leaves of memories shivering,

Childhood trying to hold its nest,

Hope shimmering to safeguard its flame,

And a soul running to find shelter.

Here I am… separated from all of this,

With just a shield of a smile

Shaking under expectations.

Which storm should I protect myself from?

I don’t know…

I never did.