Same Old Storm Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Loud thunder clouds start to form over me yet again,
lightning striking the power lines,
causing a short to the lines that run in my heart,
it's the same old storm, again, and again,
i try to get back into my shack of safety,
it's warm welcoming pleasures calls,
inviting me to come and stay the night. To be safe.
yet, do i wait to look for another strike to know i will not be hit?
or is me doing so going to put me in harms way more, for looking?
Searching trying to find if i will survive, or if i will have another serge in my lines,
my very life blood on the line, cold, shivering, scared, and lonely,
i will try to make it back to my shack without being torn to pieces by the storm,
these scars tell my tale of pain and misery, from all the past experiences,
and what these storms can do, should i run and take the chance,
or sit and wait for the lighting to cause yet another serge in my power lines?