Living at the tip of the lighthouse
on the edge of a crashing ocean
I shut my eyes tight and hold on
to the salty metal bars of the balcony
and face the stormy slap
I hold my breath
push my feet into the concrete
and imagine I'm a lightning bolt
A part of the storm itself
absorbing the charge like a battery
and storing up strength
For the long and thrashing ride
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