My eyes softly shut,
And I breath in the night air;
My shoulders release.

The cool breeze hugs me,
Holding me in that moment,
Simply living now.

I open my eyes,
And stare up at the expanse
Of stars above me.

I feel so small here,
Yet totally connected
To the universe.

I feel my soul reach
Out to the twinkling stars,
And the glowing moon.

I feel connected
To the ground beneath my feet,
Rooted in cool earth.

I feel the beauty
Of the world in this moment,
Of possible peace.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

There is a freedom
In music that I wish I
Could feel for myself.

All the emotions
That I don’t let myself feel
Carry me away.

It reverberates
Through me, humanity set
To so many beats.

I close my eyes and
Move to the rhythm, thinking
Set aside, for now.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

I feel change coming
Like a storm front, whispering
A gentle warning.

What is meant to change
Is yet to be seen – the air
Just brings the message.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Realization hit.
With all this time
To think,
To reflect,
To decide what really matters,

I’ve been stuck in the past.

I’ve thought about
Who I am,
Who I used to be.

I’ve thought about
People I knew,
Mistakes I made,
How I would have changed
What already happened.

I haven’t thought about the future.

I haven’t thought about
What I want,
Who I want to be.

I haven’t thought about
People I will meet,
Choices I will make,
How I can change
What is going to happen.

Realization hit.
The times we live in,
The fear,
The uncertainty,
The number of possibilities,

Make the future too painful to think about.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

What do you do when
Your lifeline starts pulling you
Under the surface?

Do you let it go,
Or do you hold on and see
What might be revealed?

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

I am fascinated by my own
Crippling self-awareness,
Paired with having no idea
Who I really am.

And I wonder,
Am I the only one
Who feels this way?

Do others relish this tension,
Of knowing so much and so little?

Or is that just me…

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Pretty words have their limits.

Sometimes you need anger,
To scream to the night sky
Until your voice is spent.

Sometimes you need to weep,
To let the dams break and cry
Until you gasp for air.

Sometimes you need to ache,
To wallow in the pain inside you
And just let yourself feel raw.

Pretty words have their limits.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

I’ve noticed that her cries
Have grown softer,
As her grief
Subsides.

She sits
And watches,
As the world continues
Without her dearest friend.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Sometimes the memories
Take over my mind,
Bringing me back to a place
Where I’d rather not be,
And all too often
The taste is bittersweet.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

There are some days when
I am too tired to do
More than just exist.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020