The lighting strikes, the longest car ride, the poetry of my heart. From every fear, to one day hoping I would be heard. The one caught in the storm, was the one who stayed in their comfort zone. To the one who risked it all to be where they are. The one who had big dreams, to one who would give everything just to make it. Now the one is who was caught in the storm, used the storm as fuel. This fuel raged on, like the anger inside that once was held in, was finally let go.