I’m tethered to a
storm, waiting for
lightning to strike.
Wondering if this
will be the one to
sever the tether.
I’ve always loved
the calm before the
storm and the twinkle
in her eye, and every time
it rains I do my very
best not to cry.
I used to love
the thunder, the
torrential rain.
But not this one,
where I’m simply a
passenger, listening
to the screeching
wheels—
on this derailing
train.
I hold on and I wait
for the wind to die
down.
Because once the
clouds are clear, it’s
the most beautiful
thing, even though
in this storm I’ve
already drowned.
On the sunny days,
I’m a smile stretched
from ear to ear.
Maybe it’s the tether,
maybe it’s a test, but
when I know the storm
is coming, it’s always the
lightning—that I fear.
I’ve already been struck
a time or two, it’s inside
the storm where control
is lost—and I don’t know
what to do.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
I’m tethered to a
storm, waiting for
lightning to strike.
Wondering if this
will be the one to
sever the tether.
I’ve always loved
the calm before the
storm and the twinkle
in her eye, and every time
it rains I do my very
best not to cry.
I used to love
the thunder, the
torrential rain.
But not this one,
where I’m simply a
passenger, listening
to the screeching
wheels—
on this derailing
train.
I hold on and I wait
for the wind to die
down.
Because once the
clouds are clear, it’s
the most beautiful
thing, even though
in this storm I’ve
already drowned.
On the sunny days,
I’m a smile stretched
from ear to ear.
Maybe it’s the tether,
maybe it’s a test, but
when I know the storm
is coming, it’s always the
lightning—that I fear.
I’ve already been struck
a time or two, it’s inside
the storm where control
is lost—and I don’t know
what to do.
