With Sharp Jolts

Flashes of enlightenment

Illuminated every aspect

Of what was most frightening

When her life boomed like thunder.

Right as the sky’s of her head

With gray, swollen, thick clouds,

Were the least suitable in truth

For silver lined mental states.

There her selective connections

Tended to quickly cover

Long distances into the future

With pure far reaching honesty.

Still forever became those

Pieces she likely strung together

Of fallacy, and memorable fancy,

And pain, and perseverance.

Because time had continued

Awakening her with sharp jolts,

While her cycles took her

Through many temporary extremes.

Where with dire determination

Each act was an accomplishment

That might not have been

Without her finding her courage.

Ria 2016