Thunder In My Chest

Rain on the window

Static in the brain, go

Heart on a tempo

Counting every echo

Clouds in my rib cage, sky in my lungs

Pressure on my back, but I bite my tongue

Storm on the way, I can taste that metal

Whole life uphill, both feet on the pedal

Mama in the kitchen, pots on the flame

Outside, sky rumbling, felt the same pain

Late bills, late rent, late to the dream

Thunder in the distance, marching to the seam

Room full of shadows, eyes on the ceiling

Every flash outside, matched by the feeling

They said "keep quiet," I said "say less"

If silence is peace, why’s my chest so pressed?

Thunder in my chest when I walk through

Boom in my breath when I talk truth

Lightning in my veins, let it spark loose

Thunder in my, thunder in my, thunder in my

Whole body shaking when I break through

Clouds gonna part when I face you

Storm in my name, watch it rain proof

Thunder in my, thunder in my, thunder in my

Fist on the desk, old wood vibrates

Dreams on the line, that cord might break

Friends turned ghosts when the sky got dark

I learned to light fires from a single small spark

Streetlights flicker, I’m pacing the block

Storm overhead, but I move with the shock

Every raindrop writing down what I bled

Whole forecast living rent-free in my head

I was that kid with the hand-me-down jacket

Listening to clouds like a broadcast racket

Now every clap from the sky sound kind

Of like God doing drums for my grind

You hear that?

That’s the sound of every "you can’t" cracking

Every door they slammed, unlatching

Every scar on my name, unmasking

When the ground shakes, that’s just proof I’m stomping

When the wind shouts, that’s my thoughts marching

I don’t run from the boom in the distance

I breathe in the storm, call it persistence