a bolt of lightening stuck me  

down from the very same sky filled    

with the very same clouds i flew through 

for answers.

 

 

my heart stopped

beating.

i couldn't breathe.

i was dead for monthes.

the first week i was frozen and fragile.

the second week i was weepy and wilted.

the twentieth week i

thought it had been engraved 

into stone that

i would never defrost and bloom

back into myself.

 

                                                                                                          

my poor battered heart,

it began to beat again but 

something was wrong.

the rhythm was off,

and i took

gulps of cold air

desperately trying to

fill my raggedy lungs

to keep them from wheezing

the same pleading cries,

to keep my eyes from 

causing streams of

broken trust and

rivers of tainted memories

down my face-

all because i

was struck by a bolt

of lightening.