The wind picks up and a roar of thunder.
Where's the rain she has to wonder?
Lightning crashes at the crack of dawn

There is a storm swirling in her hazel eyes.
Shades of green with ember honey colored lies.

The weeds whip violently through the field.
The horses run wild as the sky begins to spill.
She takes a deep breathe in, loving the disarray.
Wishing she could feel as alive as the clouds of dark grey.

She wishes she could be as deadly beautiful as the lightning. That someone would gaze at her in amazement and find her exciting.

But the walls that she built to confine her,
thunder could not break, would not shatter.