Knock Knock

Prompt: If I were open open open to lighting to strike my writing I...

A swell of words climb up my spine and waves flow from me, smooth and rhythmic with inspiration and that open open open door.

I am open open

Open

Breathing

Waiting for the wind of the world to blow it's breath through me and into my writing.

Open for lightning to strike and illuminate what it waiting within.

Lightning thundering through me to be heard.

Wishes and wanting waiting and holding breath.     Now

Breathing

Open

To the changing universe.

Waiting winds filling my thunder with clouds to collect my juices and pour down into my mind.

My mind filling with wet pavement and crooked trees. Winds blowing the cool breath of the times and the promise of positive change.

Open

My heart is open to accept this fresh life that waits. Every day being filled with more. More dark clouds that threaten walls I've built. Breathing to be broken.

Let it rain. Let it rain down around me. Thundering through my core and in raising my hand, I strike down, electricity vibrating out opening every shut valve I can't stand to have off any more.

Breathless

Open

Awake.