Storm in the Mirror
April 24, 2016 – Ode to Mixed Mania
It’s hard to see through
The storm in the mirror.
She waits with lightning in
Her eyes that flashes
Even when I look away.
I know why she runs
When the lightning thunders,
But she flees into the gale
Rather than away to safety.
Safety is a word that
Plays on her lips,
Like the sweetest raindrops
That she can never really taste.
She licks away their beauty
But feels the weight of
Danger dance upon her skin instead.
She wants to jump in puddles
And stand on a roof in the wind.
She climbs to the highest tree
And begs for electricity to light her on fire
So that she can stop burning
Apart from the inside.
Splashes of rain painting her baby blues
Are really the strains of bars
Caging her soul inside
When it threatens to conquer
Her mind beyond salvation.
When her insides are in shreds
And her brain disobeys
She spins around and around
And around and around
To stabilize a world
That has erupted with a fury
More energizing than the
Most reactive atom bonds.