When I Found Out It Was Actually The Key All Along

I want to isolate myself away in a faraday cage, so the lightning won't bother me, to keep my guard up so I won't feel the sting of being vulnerable to its voltage.

They don't ask me what it's like but if they did I would tell them what it's like. It's as if I'm holding on to a lighting rod of insecurities, this chronic pain that electrocutes me, but my grasp cannot undo itself.

My hands cramp, face grows tight, my body aches and tenses up, not even wanting to let go of my breath, for pain is an old acquaintance and if the air escapes me I may have found my escape, my freedom, and we will grow apart at last.

But over the years I've learned to fly a kite so high that these insecurities and my pain, being a neighbor playing ding dong ditch, as it knocks persistently at the doorstep of my noggin, will simply go over my head like the clouds up above, so I too may harness lightning in a bottle and find it is the key to strength within my hardships.