Tonight the sky and I
are both lit up.
Pulsing bolts of lightening
through my heart .
Ready to ground myself,
as the people, they
run for cover .
I’m at peace with
being in pieces.
Broken can be beautiful,
and beauty can be broken.
Thunder booms after I strike.
Just like the neon bolts
that guide my route tonight.
My fortune is almost
always my downfall.
Too hot to handle,
too powerful to grasp.
There is beauty in sadness,
and sadness in beauty.
I am an impressive
storm of a woman.
Feared by both men
and women alike.
I conduct my own stories,
and I rage alone.
The road is my story,
my story is my home.
© Cat King
Photo by Phil Knott with additional editing by Cat King
