Haiku
Everything Turns Out All Right in the End
Walking into the cancer center I saw that ☝️ a sign made for ___Me ________________Bolt⚡ I am a Warrior. I've written two haikus about my day. May 16, 2025. My dear friends on Vocal have expressed concerns about me. I appreciate it! But I am fine. About eleven hours after experiencing needles as long as my forearm, I only have minor discomfort. I feel emotionally hollow. Drained. But my spirit isn't disturbed. And in some ways, today's exhausting procedure may have been a blessing in disguise. I'll know more tomorrow and share what I know. Have Faith. If it's not alright now, it will be, with patience. A soft soul with a solid heart can overcome anything.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
