“What makes you feel alive?”

she asked.

The words had barely fell

from her lips

and in this moment

it was like destiny’s kiss,

softly atop my brow.

I thought to ask

but quickly pulled back

as I wondered

at what she said.

“What makes your eyes sparkle?”

she mused.

“The way

you invite the rain

and let it dance

across your skin.”

Rolling with the thunder

I sat and wondered

the way you enveloped the moment

with such grace.

How do you not

fear the roar?

“Darling, it’s because

I’m stronger than before;

and what had consumed me

became my liberty.”