Waiting For The Thunder Poem by Maximus D. Redwood

I know it is coming.
It is.
The lightning has struck like your realization that—
That I am more than you, more than the chains you bound to me.
So, where is your thunder?
Your animosity and venom?
Strike me down like storm you are, leave me no mercy!
I know you can,
So give it all!
Your violent winds,
Your hailstones,
Your lightning,
Your thunder!
Because I will not take it, no—
No!
Not this time.