Until the Lightning Flashes

The following is a quick little ditty I hammered out while watching mother nature's light show outside.  Being as it is a quick little slice of poetry, I know it's not perfect but, be that at is may, I couldn't help but think how it kind of sounds like a culmination of every Nicholas Sparks' novel I've ever read.  Lord help me...

Until the Lightning Flashes

My life is perfect until the lightning flashes
Defects are shadowed between streaks of light
In the darkness, what is real and make-believe struggles and clashes
As my hope for the future takes flight

My life is perfect until the lightning flashes
Invisible are the scars, the bruises of my tormented soul
Until the day internal conflict erupts into thunderous clashes
Can my life progress to an ultimate goal

My life is perfect until the lightning flashes
Moods wax and wane like the moon
For under his thumb I remain, enduring his lashes
Plotting the day I will leave, my journey, soon

My life is perfect until the lightning flashes
But with my angel by my side I will turn it all around
For with his forbidden love, the ruins of my former love fall apart into beautiful ashes
As I take his hand and run away into the night without a sound