I was woken up by thunder and rain
heavy drops on my window sounding familiar
as my heart beats through sleepless nights
I turn to the other side of the bed
reaching for the missing comfort
my lungs are strangers in my body, breathing is impossible  
suffocating on the loneliness in my head
Reminded of those I love and those I’ve lost, reminded of tragedy and pain and people’s eyes and my lost dreams

Where do I start, teach me how to pick the pen
I can’t stop shaking
All night I’ve been thinking
I need to write the poem
I need to pick the pen