I Love Thunderstorms

Random Poetry inspired by tonight's thunderstorm...

I love thunderstorms!
I love the way they feel.
Like the heavens are reviving life by
removing unseen burden felt by all.
I wish that it would thunderstorm through my body.
I wish for a downpour to cleanse my murky veins and arteries
For thunder to massage away the tension in my muscles and erase the pain in my bones
For lightning to shock my nerves from deep within my brain to the tip of my toes
in order to revive my life
to what it can be, should be, and will be.
I love thunderstorms.

Success vs. Love

I sit here in Busboys and Poets and I'm surrounded by art pieces of significant figures like Gandhi, Dalai Lama, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Langston Hughes, President Barack Obama, etc. It got me thinking about their lives, or how little I know about their lives, and I try to understand  what choices they had to make to get to where they are, or were.

I dream of being successful. Of having a powerful voice to help others live the lives they want and should. To live healthy, prosperous lives. I've always dreamed this for my future. However, time kept moving and things changed.

I think I'm developing a fear of success because I fear it will hurt my chances at true love.

There are so many I look up to and their lives appear to be fulfilled, but are they? My biggest fear is being alone in this success I seek. Can I really have both success and love?