to wake…

to wake
on a cold september morning
and see the sunshine
stream through the
cracks
in the curtains
after a night
where the thunder
thrashed the skies and
the rain lashed the earth
and the lightning
scribbled flashes of
hot anger
onto the cold, grey canvas
of a dark night

is what it means
to live.

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