Become the storm

Sitting on the childhood spring break beach where I wrote this poem after leaving a toxic relationship

I am alone

and

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 aching 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

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