I am a volcano.
On the outside
I am cold, hard rock.
Throughout my life
I have built
Layer upon layer
Of new stone faces.
But somewhere underneath,
A fiery mass lurks,
Awaiting the moment
When the pressure
Becomes too great.
They say the first time
We know for sure Mount Etna erupted,
It was the force of 500 Hiroshima bombs.
With all the emotion I've kept in,
I wonder what I will do
When I finally erupt.
But honey, don't you dare
Stick around to watch,
Or it may just be the end of you.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
