Bottle it.
Hold it down.
Grasp it in your bare hands.
The rooms, the corners, the days
Once dull, darkened,
Draped in stony gloom
With only a twilit glow
That was just enough to survive.
But it happened -
Suddenly, violently,
Chaos, confusion, crashing,
Ripping apart your world of shadows.
And you knew then
That lightning exists.
Cage it.
Tie it down.
Go, burn your bare hands.
Like magic, like illusion
It fades, slips, vanishes.
Catch it.
Tame it.
Keep it.
It's yours.
Remember it.
Never live in darkness again.
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I like that we don't know what "it" is, till the end(ish) of the poem. and I like that the "it" is able to symbolize many different human events that evoke emotions as easily fleeting, changing, and indescribable over the long term. What was the inspiration?
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