My life is a live-wire sky,
sparks leaping from every forgotten wound..
a heartbeat that refuses to sleep,
a storm that carries its own rhythm.
Every dawn strikes like lightning,
splitting the darkness inside me,
painting my scars in a glow
only I can understand.
Exciting..
because nothing in my world stays still.
Even silence hums,
even pain dances,
even broken dreams wear new wings.
I walk through fire barefoot,
touching the world like a spark touches dry grass..
sudden, wild, unstoppable.
Electrifying..
because my soul is a storm,
and exciting..
because I learned to dance in it.
This is my life:
not a quiet poem,
but a thunderclap
that refuses to fade.
