Crackling words

I am the thunder
that crackles in your words
and make blue sparks,
when you write thoughts down.

I branch to wherever
your words go
and hit every place
where your letters go.

At times I bring new life
in your verses
with the rain
and sometimes I am the one
that unfolds heartache, repentance
and hold the abyss,
but it’s I
that builds your words
and tell others
how you see life
and the world.

I constantly spark
new thoughts open
and cleave right through rock
to reveal truth and reality
and at times I light the way
where you walk
and at sometimes it’s I
that brings the darkness.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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