
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong. We must allow ourselves to make mistakes and laugh at them with grace. We must look to the sun and the moon and appreciate the beauty in how they kiss at every dawn and every dusk, no matter what the day or night entailed. To live a creative life, one must be fearless, but not reckless. One must not only love, but also know what it means to be loved.
I can hear the rain outside
Pounding on the ground and
My bedroom window
I see the bright strikes of lightning
And hear the rumble of thunder
I know the people across the street
Or even across town,
They are experiencing the same
But I’m fighting two thunderstorms
One outside and one inside
Just like the weather outside,
The storm clouds roll in out of nowhere.
I can feel the rumble inside my body and I know the worst is coming.
Then lightning strikes and my body is set aflame.
There’s so escaping because the flames have consumed me.
Once they have singed every inch of me, the rain starts to pour.
It feels like every rain drop is concentrated onto my chest.
They collect on this one area of my body until they are too heavy.
The crushing weight cracks my ribs and my lungs and heart are subject to every harm.
I can’t breathe and my heart begins to beat a million miles a minute.
I hurt and it doesn’t stop.
I am not safe but there is no where for me to go.