I feel like my skin is full of electricity.
Currents running through me to say that I am alive.
That things are headed my direction.
That life is finally looking up.
Like the goods things
Well the good things are coming.
But the problem with electricity is that its unpredictable.
It hops and skips and runs amuck.
It can feel like one thing
And then be something different all together.
So I’m shaking as my skin fills up with electricity
Praying that it doesn’t break through.
Praying that for once in my life
This current running through my veins
Is meant for me.
Is bringing the good things.