IT
IS SO DIFFICULT, being around the
plethora of people who enjoy thunderstorms. being nearly an
adult and still having a fear that most children get over
by the age of 5 is embarrassing. but in a way, i feel like
the fear represents me and my life. it represents all my
anxiety; the fear that my house can so easily fall
apart--by a gust of wind breaking glass or a rainshower too
hard soaking my ceiling--the fact that i can so easily fall
apart too. i'm now too old to crawl into my
parents' bed at 2am and all i'm left to do now is
bury myself under blankets and wish that someone could hold
me, survive the storm with me. and as i watch the lights
flicker, struggling to keep their glow, i sit and hope my
house won't lose power, just as i sit and hope that i
don't lose my own power; that i don't give up on
myself every single day. and all i am left to do is just
hope for the best. because no matter how rough one storm
may be, no storm lasts forever.
