i read
it isn’t about
weathering
the storm
it
is learning
to dance
in the rain

so
i
strapped on
my best rusty suit
of armor
let the lightning strike
as it is
wont to do

stripped down
to my boxers
frolicked
in the blizzard

chased
tornados
with nothing
but
the best intentions

i stared
into
the hurricane’s eye
spat at it
like
a damned fool

it isn’t about
weathering the storm
at all
i found
it’s about
finding shelter
comfort
in one’s self

shelter
i’ve yet to find
so
i’ll keep dancing
on
blistered feet