So I’m officially on Spring Break, for the next week!
To celebrate, I’d thought I would share another poem, since the first one seemed to be enjoyed.
Have an awesome day!
They say that the odds of being struck are 1 in 3000
But that number isn’t reassuring, despite the rarity
It strikes without warning, without grace
Yet we just accept it,
we just let it happen to us,
Without knowing why, it gives us a glimpse of what we could become
We wait for the day we become ash, for that single
Flash of blinding light before darkness
But the question is
Where do we go?
Only the lightning knows