Lightning

Lightning bolts whiz across the sky
Like they’re trying to mirror my thoughts.
Thunder roars equally as loud
As my roar,
A roar I am using far too frequently.
Here I am again,
Swimming in my head again.
It was fun at first, 
And I still don’t want to stop,
But now I’m getting scared.
What if it’s not that I don’t want to stop,
But that I can’t stop?
The temperature of my soul burns,
As though it was just struck
By that lightning bolt
Whizzing across the sky
Because my head was just struck
By all these ecstatic frightening thoughts
Whizzing through my neurons.

Inhale

Inhale lightning
Exhale thunder
Fall steadily
The infinite descent

The vortex is forming
The storm is here
Feel the updraft
Take advantage
And take flight

Storm’s A’ Comin’- Poem by Sara

My corner of the world sleeps
Mostly silent, subtracting the
Sounds of snores and the cooing and crying
Of the little ones.
You may think it’s peaceful--
Not for long!
There is a beastly storm coming,
As soon as they wake up that is.
If they never open their eyes,
They’ll be too blinded to see the storm.
Oh,
But the violent storm is coming
Either way. Only a few
Of us see it coming.
We will be prepared.
We will wake up loved ones
We will seek shelter,
And we will survive.
Open your eyes, and
Save your lives.
Get to safety now.