Across the Sky - by Joshia Collin

I walked out of my home,

I looked at the sky,

The stars were small,

The moon was high.

There was a silver flash,

across the sky,

It has veils like a plant,

at my glance.

The light brightened the sky,

which gave us fright.

It was fast than sound.

It strikes the ground.

Across the sky, across the sky,

the lightning strikes with flare high

-- Joshia Collin

 

 

✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡