(Poem) Have You Ever Been Struck by Lightning?

I’ve never been struck by lightning.
I don’t even know how it could happen to me
if I never leave in the first place.
Bottled up in this cocoon of a home, I wander
aimlessly without direction.
Why would I leave this comfort
to be struck by lightning and rain?
At least without direction, there is no risk
of electrification. Without direction,
I can stay lost in this safety. I can lazily drown
in this rainless warmth.

But sometimes I wonder—what’s the point
of having no direction? What’s the point
of being safe? I’ll be of old age
without progress, without accomplishment.
I’ll be safe, but useless
in this world full of lightning. I’ll never know
the feeling of rain.
And without direction, there is no purpose.
I’ll have lived long to tell no tales,
no hardships, or miracles, or anything worthwhile
because
I’ve never been struck by lightning.

I want to be struck by lightning.
I don’t want to keep living a life with no direction—
a life that’s never experienced the wetness of rain.
I want to be struck by lightning.
I don’t want to miss what time has to offer—
all these feats and perils that I can finally tell my world.
I need to be struck by lightning.
I’d rather burn in this hot, white electricity
than live lost in this suffocating embrace I call home.
I want to die by lightning.
Because the only thing I want before death
is to have lived.