Become the Storm

Written on March 31st, 2018

I am free
to chase the lightning across the sky
feel the roar of thunder in my mind

I soak in the stillness of the air
taste the tension in the atmosphere
savor the potential it bears

and for the first time in a long time
I lean into the wind
my open eyes don’t squint
my bleeding head doesn’t spin

the future ripples before me in a flash
and the image burns brighter than the ones of the past

so I spread wide the wings I’d forgotten I possessed
there is no hesitation as I leap off the edge

I feel broken parts of me being reborn
I embrace the fact that when it rains, it pours
I used to be afraid of the weather’s force
but then I decided to become the storm